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There was no difficulty in getting one by the aid of his friend, Sugarman the soon the little man found his household goods increased by the possession of a fat, Russian giantess. Meckisch did not call in the authorities to marry him. He had a "still wedding," which cost nothing.
I risk no more rings. 'I will get you one on the hire system. 'A maiden? 'Guard your tongue! A ring, of course. Elias shook an obdurate head. 'No. I must have the old ring back. 'That is impossible unless you marry her to get it back. Stay! Why should I not arrange that for you? 'Leave me in peace! Heaven has opened my eyes. 'Then see how economical she is! urged Sugarman.
Gabriel Hamburg and Joseph Strelitski had both had relations with No. 1 Royal Street for some time, yet they had hardly exchanged a word and their meeting at this breakfast table found them as great strangers as though they had never seen each other. Strelitski came because he boarded with the Sugarmans, and Hamburg came because he sometimes consulted Jonathan Sugarman about a Talmudical passage.
When you quarrel with her after your marriage she will always throw it in your teeth that you wished to marry her. Moreover, if you tell a maiden you love her, her father will think you ought to marry her as she stands. Still, what is done is done." And he sighed regretfully. "And what more do I want? I love her." "You piece of clay!" cried Sugarman, contemptuously.
"Pawn your hide, but get a bride," quoted the old lady savagely. As for the slighted marriage-broker, he remonstrated almost like a relative. 'But I didn't want a negotiated marriage, Elias protested. 'A love marriage I could also have arranged for you, replied Sugarman indignantly.
She got her claws into his savings and decorated herself with Paisley shawls and gold necklaces. Nay more! She insisted that Meckisch must give her "Society" and keep open house. Accordingly the bed-sitting room which they rented was turned into a salon of reception, and hither one Friday night came Peleg Shmendrik and his wife and Mr. and Mrs. Sugarman.
"Then, vy not take another eighth of a ticket?" inquired Sugarman the Shadchan, who seemed to spring from the other end of the room. He was one of the greatest Talmudists in London a lean, hungry-looking man, sharp of feature and acute of intellect. "Look at Mrs. Robinson I've just won her over twenty pounds, and she only gave me two pounds for myself. I call it a cherpah a shame."
Is it not true I gave her the ring? Sugarman mopped his brow. His vast experience was at fault. No maiden had ever refused to return his client's ring; rather had she flung it in the wooer's false teeth. 'This comes of your love matches! he cried sternly. 'Next time there must be a proper contract. 'Next time! repeated Elias. 'Why how am I to afford a new ring?
Cohn said suddenly: 'Guess who paid me a visit yesterday. 'Goodness knows, said Simon. 'Mr. Sugarman. And she smiled nervously. 'Sugarman? repeated Simon blankly. 'The the er the matrimonial agent. 'What impudence! Before your year of mourning is up! Mrs. Cohn's sallow face became one flame. 'Not me! You! she blurted. 'Me! Well, of all the cheek! And Simon's flush matched his mother's.
And that is why Simmons's base desertion under his wife's very eyes, too is still an astonishment to the neighbours. One day it occurred to Leibel that he ought to get married. He went to Sugarman the Shadchan forthwith. "I have the very thing for you," said the great marriage broker. "Is she pretty?" asked Leibel. "Her father has a boot and shoe warehouse," replied Sugarman, enthusiastically.
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