"Blooma leben," he cried, throwing the door wide open; and in response Mrs. Rudnik, née Blooma Duckman, entered.
"Nu, Belz," she said, "ain't you going to congradulate me?"
"Nu, Belz, ain't you going to congradulate me?"
Belz sat back in his chair and stared at his wife's cousin in unaffected astonishment, while Schindelberger noiselessly opened the door and slid out of the room unnoticed.
"And so you run away from the Home and married this Schnorrer?" Belz said at length.
"Schnorrer he ain't," she retorted, "unless you would go to work and foreclose the house."
"It would serve you right if I did," Belz rejoined.
"Then you ain't going to?" Mrs. Rudnik asked.
"What d'ye mean, he ain't going to?" Lesengeld interrupted. "Ain't I got nothing to say here? Must I got to sacrifice myself for Belz's wife's relations?"