"You see I should be so pleased to marry your daughter if you had one."
"You are very complimentary," she murmured, but her husband's exclamation drowned hers, "You marry my daughter!"
"Who else moves among better circles—would be more easily able to find her a suitable match?"
"Oh, in that sense," said Grobstock, mollified in one direction, irritated in another.
"In what other sense? You do not think I, a Sephardi, would marry her myself!"
"My daughter does not need your assistance," replied Grobstock shortly.
"Not yet," admitted Manasseh, rising to go; "but when the time comes, where will you find a better marriage broker? I have had a finger in the marriage of greater men's daughters. You see, when I recommend a maiden or a young man it is from no surface knowledge. I have seen them in the intimacy of their homes—above all I am able to say whether they are of a good, charitable disposition. Good Sabbath!"
"Good Sabbath," murmured the host and hostess in farewell. Mrs. Grobstock thought he need not be above shaking hands, for all his grand acquaintances.
"This way, Yankelé," said Manasseh, showing him to the door. "I am so glad you were able to come—you must come again."