"A foreman is lucky if he could live in Pitt Street even," Feinermann said. "You must think I got money, Mr. Polatkin."
"How much more a month would it cost you to live uptown?" Polatkin continued. "At the most ten dollars—ain't it?"
Feinermann nodded sadly.
"To a man which he is only a foreman, Mr. Polatkin, ten dollars is ten dollars," he commented.
"Sure, I know," Polatkin said; "but instead of five dollars a week board, Elkan would pay you seven dollars a week, supposing you would move up to Lenox Avenue. Ain't that right, Elkan?"
"Sure, that's right," Elkan said. "Only, if I am paying him seven dollars a week board, he must got to give Mrs. Feinermann a dollar and a half extra housekeeping money. Is that agreeable, Feinermann?"
Again Feinermann nodded.
"Then that's all we want from you, Feinermann," Polatkin added, "except I want to tell you this much: I am asking Elkan he should come uptown and live with me; and he says no—he would prefer to stick where he is."
Feinermann shrugged complacently.
"I ain't got no objections," he said as he withdrew.