Mrs. Rooney. 'Tis not himself. 'Tis some customer.
Mrs. Lezinsky [as the door opens]. It's Mr. Rosenbloom.
Mrs. Rooney. See you later. [Rushes out. Through the window Mrs. Lezinsky watches her take the child out of the carriage.]
Mrs. Lezinsky [sighs, turns to her customer]. O, Mr. Rosenbloom! Glad to see you, Mr. Rosenbloom. You well now, Mr. Rosenbloom?
Mr. Rosenbloom. Able to get around once more, Mrs. Lezinsky.
Mrs. Lezinsky. I hope you keep that way. You got thinner with your sickness. You lose your face, Mr. Rosenbloom. [He hands her a coat and a pair of trousers.] Why should you bother to bring them in? I could send my David or Julius for them.
Mr. Rosenbloom. Right on my way to the barber-shop. The coat's a little loose now. [Slips off his coat and puts on the other.] Across the back. See?
Mrs. Lezinsky. He should take it in a little on the shoulders, Mr. Rosenbloom?
Mr. Rosenbloom [considers]. It wouldn't pay—so much alterations for this particular suit.
Mrs. Lezinsky. It's a good suit, Mr. Rosenbloom.