"A hundred rubles apiece," he said, and his face beamed with pride. "So, you see, I don't got to leave Russland because I would be a Schnorrer over there."
"No?" Morris replied. "Then why did you leave, Gurin? So far what I could see you ain't made it such a big success over here."
"You couldn't make me mad by saying that, Mr. Perlmutter," Gurin commented. "A big success oder a big failure, it makes no difference to me."
"It makes a whole lot of difference to me," Morris cried.
"Yes, Mr. Perlmutter," B. Gurin went on, disregarding the interruption. "I ain't coming over here to make a big success in business. I am coming over here to forget."
"To forget!" Morris exclaimed. "What d'ye mean, forget?"
B. Gurin ran his hands once more through his pompadour and nodded slowly.
"That's what I said," he repeated—"to forget."
"Well, I hope you ain't forgetting you owe us now two hundred and fifty dollars since the first of the month yet," Morris commented in dry, matter-of-fact tones.
B. Gurin waved his hand airily.