Yetta nodded and sighed.
"It ain't so comfortable as here," she said.
"I bet yer," Scharley added fervently. "I am stopping there too, and them Chinese Lantern Dinners which they are putting up!"
He waved his hand eloquently.
"Poison ain't no word for it, Missus Er——" he concluded lamely as he tried to remember Yetta's name, which after so much soup, fish and coffee had completely escaped him.
"Lubliner," Yetta said. "I guess you know my husband, Mr. Scharley, Elkan Lubliner of Polatkin, Scheikowitz & Company."
Scharley struck the table with his open hand.
"Zoitenly, I do," he cried. "Why, he is the feller which Sol Klinger is telling me about."
Yetta coloured slightly and bit her lips.
"What did he tell you about him?" she asked.