Mr. Rosenbloom [takes the money]. Well, if you want it that way, Mr. Lezinsky.... You have the suit ready this evening anyhow?
Lezinsky. You get the suit this evening, Mr. Rosenbloom. I stop everything else.... And I don't charge you anything for this work, Mr. Rosenbloom.
Mr. Rosenbloom. Of course, you charge. "Don't charge"! What kind of business is that?
Lezinsky. I make you a present, Mr. Rosenbloom—for your trouble.
Mr. Rosenbloom. I pay you for these alterations, all right. [He goes out.]
Lezinsky [searches his wife's face, with ominous calm]. Gietel! Gietel!
Mrs. Lezinsky. You make presents, eh, Solly? Are you a rabbi or a poor blind tailor—yes?
Lezinsky [bursts out]. She makes a mock at me—this shameless one!
Mrs. Lezinsky. No, no, Solly—
Lezinsky [scathingly]. Gietel!... [His eyes never leave her face.]