Mrs. Lezinsky. I send my David or Julius with them, Mr. Rosenbloom?
Mr. Rosenbloom. I'll stop in the evening and try the coat on.
Mrs. Lezinsky. Maybe it wouldn't be ready to try on so soon—All right, Mr. Rosenbloom, this evening you come in. [She calls after him as he goes out.] O, Mr. Rosenbloom! The pants? What should he do to the pants?
Mr. Rosenbloom [from the doorway]. Press them. [He turns back.] Press the—whole thing—suit.
Mrs. Lezinsky. Press them. Sure. Press the suit. A fine suit. Certainly a fine piece of goods, Mr. Rosenbloom. Did my husband make it up for you?
Mr. Rosenbloom. Yes.
Mrs. Lezinsky. I thought so. Wears like iron, too, this goods. Yes, Mr. Rosenbloom? With one eye my husband picks the best pieces of goods I tell you, Mr. Rosenbloom.... He should shorten the sleeves one inch.... All right, he fixes it to your satisfaction, Mr. Rosenbloom—
Mr. Rosenbloom. Yes, yes. [Impatiently edges toward the door.]
Mrs. Lezinsky. This evening you come for them?
[He nods and hurries out.]