"Excuse me," he cried when he recognized the assembled company. "I thought Mr. Goldblatt was alone."
He turned to his father-in-law.
"Mr. Goldblatt, could I speak to you for a minute by yourself?" he asked.
Goldblatt coughed impressively.
"Margolius," he announced, "if you got anything to say to me, say it right here. I ain't got no private business with you."
"All right," Philip replied cheerfully. "I come here to ask you how much would you take it for them second mortgages what you hold on my Two Hundred and Sixty-fourth Street property?"
Goldblatt waved his hand haughtily.
"You come to the wrong party, Margolius," he said. "Because I just made up my mind to something. I made up my mind that because Mr. Feigenbaum is engaged to my Fannie I will give her them mortgages as a marriage portion. So you should ask Feigenbaum that question, not me."
While Philip turned pale at this announcement, Feigenbaum grew positively crimson.
"Looky here, Goldblatt," he protested to his proposed father-in-law; "I don't want you should unload them second mortgages on me."