"But you yourself suggested it!" cried the Rabbi excitedly.
"I? Nothing of the kind. I had heard of you and your ministrations to mourners, and meeting you in the street this afternoon for the first time, it struck me to enquire why you did not carry your consolations into the bosom of my community where so much more money is to be made. I said I wondered you had not done so from the first. And you—invited me to dinner. I still wonder. That is all, my good man." He rose to go.
The haughty rebuke silenced the Rabbi, though his heart was hot with a vague sense of injury.
"Do you come my way, Yankelé?" said Manasseh carelessly.
The Rabbi turned hastily to his second guest.
"When do you want me to marry you?" he asked.
"You have married me," replied Yankelé.
"I?" gasped the Rabbi. It was the last straw.
"Yes," reiterated Yankelé. "Hasn't he, Mr. da Costa?"
His heart went pit-a-pat as he put the question.