"From whom?"
"From you!" said Yankelé boldly.
"From me!" sneered Manasseh, accentuating the pronoun with infinite contempt. "What does that prove? I am a generous man. The test is to schnorr from a miser."
"I vill schnorr from a miser!" announced Yankelé desperately.
"You will!"
"Yes. Choose your miser."
"No, I leave it to you," said da Costa politely.
"Vell, Sam Lazarus, de butcher shop!"
"No, not Sam Lazarus, he once gave a Schnorrer I know elevenpence."
"Elevenpence?" incredulously murmured Yankelé.