"And what's more," Louis went on, "they introduced me to Harris Rabin, of the Equinox Clothing Company. I guess you know him, too, don't you?"
Morris admitted sullenly that he did.
"He's got a daughter, Miss Miriam Rabin," Louis concluded. "Her and me is going to announce our engagement in next Sunday's Herald."
He paused and watched Morris and Abe, to see the news sink in.
"And as soon as we're married," he said, "back to the road for mine, but not with Potash & Perlmutter."
"I guess you're mistaken, Louis," Abe cried. "I guess you got a contract with us what will stop you going on the road for another year yet."
"Back up, Abe," Louis said. "That there contract says I can't work as a salesman for any other house for a year. But Rabin and me is going as partners together in the cloak and suit business, and if there's anything in that contract about me not selling cloaks as my own boss I'll eat it."
Abe went to the safe for the contract. At last he found it, and after reading it over he handed it to Morris.
"You eat it, Mawruss," he said. "Louis is right."