"We will not argue it. I will not have Mendel Jacobs."
"Simon Kelutski, de vine-merchant."
"He! He is quite generous with his snuff-box. I have myself been offered a pinch. Of course I did not accept it."
Yankelé selected several other names, but Manasseh barred them all, and at last had an inspiration of his own.
"Isn't there a Rabbi in your community whose stinginess is proverbial? Let me see, what's his name?"
"A Rabbi!" murmured Yankelé disingenuously, while his heart began to palpitate with alarm.
"Yes, isn't there—Rabbi Bloater!"
Yankelé shook his head. Ruin stared him in the face—his fondest hopes were crumbling.
"I know it's some fishy name—Rabbi Haddock—no it isn't. It's Rabbi Remorse something."
Yankelé saw it was all over with him.