"I mean it, so help me! Even if I did have it, not a cent to a boy what don't listen to his old father."
"For God's sakes, pa, quit your hollering; if you ain't got it to your name I'm sorry for Pearlie."
"For me?"
"You think, pa, a boy like Max Teitlebaum, a boy that banker Finburg's daughter is crazy after, is getting married only because you got a nice daughter?"
"What do you mean, Izzy?"
"The woods are full of 'em just as nice. I didn't need no brick house to fall on me to-day at lunch. He didn't come right out and say nothing, but when he said he wanted to get in a business he could build up, right away I seen what he meant."
"What?"
"Sure I seen it. I guess his father gives him six or seven thousand dollars to get his start, and just so much he wants from the girl's side. He can get it easy, too. If—if you'd fork over, pa, I—him and I could start maybe together and—"
"You—you—"
"Your papa, Izzy, can do for his girl just like the best can do for theirs Julius, can't you?"