Sternsilver laughed aloud.
"You are talking like I would be a child, Seiden!" he said. "Either you would give me cash a hundred dollars oder I would go right away upstairs to the customers."
Seiden turned to Fatkin.
"Fatkin," he said, "I am giving you this evening three hundred dollars. Give him a hundred dollars and be done with it."
"What d'ye mean, me give him a hundred dollars, Mr. Seiden?" Fatkin demanded. "They ain't my customers."
At this juncture the proprietor of the hall opened the door.
"Mr. Seiden," he said, "everybody is through eating; so, if you would give me the key to the suitcase which you got the cigars and Schnapps in, Mr. Seiden, I would hand 'em around."
"I'll be there in a minute," Seiden replied. He turned to Sternsilver and made one last appeal. "Nu, Sternsilver," he said, "would you take a check?"
"Oser a Stück," Sternsilver declared; but, although for five minutes he maintained his refusal, he finally relented.
"Well, Mr. Seiden," he said, offering his hand, "I congradulate you."