"Say, Feist agrees with me; only, he don't know you well enough yet to let on. I notice that with all his Louis-this and Louis-that rooms in his own house, up in his own room it is a good old Uncle Sam's cot and a patent rocker."
"You've got a gorgeous room here just the same, Pelz."
"Gorgeous for a funeral."
"Every collector in the country knows that table. I had my eye on it for my music-room once myself when it was shown at Dunlap's."
"Dunlap's are a grand firm of decorators, Mr. Feist. I'm having them do
Grismer, too."
"Well, Feist, how does it feel to have us for neighbors?"
"Immense, Pelz!"
"Like I said to my husband, between us the way the estates adjoin, we got a monopoly on Long Island—ain't it so?"
"And believe me, Mrs. Pelz, you'll never regret the buy. The finest pleasure my money brought me yet is that view of my little bedroom I took you up to, Pelz."
"Wonderful!"