“You talk like a socialist,” said Fuselli. “They tell me they shoot guys in America for talkin' like that.”
“You see!” said Eisenstein to the Frenchman.
“Are they all like that?”
“Except a very few. It's hopeless,” said Eisenstein, burying his face in his hands. “I often think of shooting myself.”
“Better shoot someone else,” said the Frenchman. “It will be more useful.”
Fuselli stirred uneasily in his chair.
“Where'd you fellers get that stuff anyway?” he asked. In his mind he was saying: “A kike and a frog, that's a good combination.”
His eye caught Yvonne's and they both laughed, Yvonne threw her knitting ball at him. It rolled down under the table and they both scrambled about under the chairs looking for it.
“Twice I have thought it was going to happen,” said the Frenchman.
“When was that?”