“Vail, sir, dot coast me two hundred and fifty dollars, cash down. But it's worth it. I don't consider no money wasted, dot's spent for a work of art.”
Suddenly a look of intense vacancy spread over Mr. Blum's countenance; which was as suddenly followed by one of liveliest interest. Bringing his forefinger with a swoop down upon Elias's cravat-pin—a Roman coin, set in a ring of gold—“Excuse me,” he demanded eagerly, “is dot a genuine aintique?”
“I don't know, I'm sure. I dare say not,” Elias answered, smothering his impulse to laugh.
“Where you bought it?”
Elias told him.
“What you pay for it?”
Elias told him.
“Oh, vail, dot must be an imitation. You couldn't get no genuine aintique for a price like dot.”
Pretty soon a servant appeared, and announced that dinner was ready.
“Take partners,” Mr. Koch called out.