I don't
blame you."
"Feist, if I didn't know it, I'd be an ungrateful dog."
"Her papa can't realize, Mr. Feist, we haven't got a baby any more."
"I--realize it, Mrs. Pelz."
"You--you see, Roody?"
"I--I--guess I'm the old-fashioned kind of a fellow, Pelz, when it comes
to girls. I--I guess I do it the way they used to do it--the parents
first--but--but--now that we--we're on the subject--I--I like your
daughter, Pelz--my God! Pelz, but--but I like your little daughter!"
An Augsburg clock ticked into a suddenly shaped silence, Mr. Pelz
rising, Mr. Feist already risen.
"I haven't got much besides a clean record and all that love or money
can buy her, Pelz, but--well--you know me for what I am, and--"
"Indeed we do, Mr. Feist! I always say to my husband my favorite of all
the young men who come here is--"
"You know what my standing--well, with men and in business is, Pelz, and
as far as taking care of her goes, I can make her from a little princess
into a little queen--"
"The young man that is lucky enough to get Bleema, Mr. Feist--"
"Not that the money part is everything, but if what I am suits you and
Mrs. Pelz, I want to enter the ring for her.
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