"Certainly," said Manasseh without hesitation.
Yankelé's face was made glorious summer. Only two of the quartette knew the secret of his radiance.
"There, Rabbi," he cried exultantly. "Good Sabbath!"
"Good Sabbath!" added Manasseh.
"Good Sabbath," dazedly murmured the Rabbi.
"Good Sabbath," added his wife.
"Congratulate me!" cried Yankelé when they got outside.
"On what?" asked Manasseh.
"On being your future son-in-law, of course."
"Oh, on that? Certainly, I congratulate you most heartily." The two Schnorrers shook hands. "I thought you were asking for compliments on your manœuvring."