He proceeded to the cutting-room, where Morris was superintending the unpacking of piece-goods.
"Mawruss," he said, "M. Garfunkel is downstairs, and he says he will reconsider the cancelation and give it us a big order if we let him have better terms. What d'ye say, Mawruss?"
Morris remained silent for a minute.
"Take a chance, Abe," he said at length. "He can't bust up on us by the first bill. Can he?"
"No," Abe agreed hesitatingly, "but he might, Mawruss?"
"Sure he might," said Morris, "but if we don't take no chances, Abe, we might as well go out of the cloak and suit business. Sell him all he wants, Abe."
"I'll sell him all he can pay for, Mawruss," said Abe, "and I guess that ain't over a thousand dollars."
He returned to the first floor, where M. Garfunkel eagerly awaited him, and produced a box of the firm's K. to M. first and second credit customers' cigars.
"Have a smoke, Mr. Garfunkel," he said.
M. Garfunkel selected a cigar with care and sat down.