"one loft with twicet as much floor space, and it's got light on all——"
Morris waved his hand for silence.
"Abe," he said, "this here Henochstein is a friend of yours; ain't it?"
Abe nodded sulkily.
"Well, take him out of here," Morris advised, "before I kick him out."
He banged the show-room door behind him and repaired to Wasserbauer's Café and Restaurant across the street to await Henochstein's departure.
"Mawruss is right," Abe declared. "You was told distinctively we wanted it two lofts, not one, and here you come back with a one-loft proposition."
Henochstein rose to leave.
"If you think it you could get two up-to-date lofts on Seventeenth, Eighteenth or Nineteenth Street, Abe, for what you pay it here in this dinky place," he said, "you got another think coming."
He opened the show-room door.