'By request,' said the stylist, reviving.
'But what's the use of the resolution if you don't mention the member's name?' suddenly inquired Ephraim Mendel, stretching his long, languid limbs.
'But there's only one Sabbath-breaker,' replied the Parnass.
'To-day, yes, but to-morrow there might be two.'
'It could hardly be to-morrow,' said the stylist. 'For that happens to be a Monday.'
Barzinsky bashed the table. 'Mr. President, are we here for business or are we not?'
'You may be here for business—I am here for religion,' retorted Straumann the stylist.
'You—you snub-nosed monkey, what do you mean?'
'Order, order, gentlemen,' said the Parnass.
'I will not order,' said Solomon Barzinsky excitedly. 'I did not come here to be insulted.'