But Manasseh shook his head.
"No, you be quite right," said Yankelé humbly; "I could not get a really beaudiful girl unless I married your Deborah herself."
"No, I am afraid not," said Manasseh sympathetically.
Yankelé took the plunge.
"Ah, vy can I not hope to call you fader-in-law?"
Manasseh's face was contorted by a spasm of astonishment and indignation. He came to a standstill.
"Dat must be a fine piece," said Yankelé quickly, indicating a flamboyant picture of a fearsome phantom hovering over a sombre moat.
"'DAT MUST BE A FINE PIECE.'"
They had arrived at Leman Street, and had stopped before Goodman's Fields Theatre. Manasseh's brow cleared.