"What for a business?"
"A furniture business," Louis replied. "And might you would know also Joel Ribnik, which he is running the McKinnon-Weldon Drygoods Company, of Cyprus, Pennsylvania?"
"That's the feller what you nearly sold that big bill to last month, Elkan," Scheikowitz commented.
"Well, his sister is married to a feller by the name Robitscher, of Robitscher, Smith & Company, the wallpaper house and interior decorators. They got an elegant place down the street from us."
"But——" Elkan began again.
"But nothing, Elkan!" Marcus Polatkin interrupted with a ferocious wink; for Louis Stout, as junior partner in the thriving Williamsburg store of Flugel & Stout, was viewing Polatkin, Scheikowitz & Company's line preparatory to buying his spring line of dresses. "But nothing, Elkan! Mr. Stout knows what he is talking about, Elkan; and if I would be you, instead I would argue with him, understand me, I would take Yetta out to Burgess Park on Sunday and give the place a look."
"That's the idea!" Louis cried. "And you should come and take dinner with us first. Mrs. Stout would be delighted."
"What time do you eat dinner?" Philip Scheikowitz asked, frowning significantly at Elkan.
"Two o'clock," Louis replied, and Polatkin and Scheikowitz nodded in unison.
"He'll be there," Polatkin declared.