Part 48 (1/2)

His son crumpled his napkin and tossed it toward the center of the table. His soft, moist lips were twisted in anger, and his voice, under cover of a whisper, trembled with that same anger.

”For what little board you've paid for me I can't hear about it no more.

I'll go out and--”

”'Sh-h-h, Izzy--'sh-h-h, papa, all over the dining-room they can hear you, 'sh-h-h!”

”Home I ain't never denied my children--open doors they get always in my house but in a highway-robbery hotel, where I can't afford--”

”We got the cheapest family rates here. Such rates we get here, children, and highway robbery your father calls it!”

”Five months we been in the city, and three months already a empty house standing out there waiting, and nothing from it coming in. A house I love like my life, a house what me and your mamma wish we was back in every minute of the day!”

”I only said, Julius, for myself I like my little home best, but--”

”I ain't got the strength for the street-car ride no more. I ain't got appet.i.te for this sloppy American food no more. I can't breathe no more in that coop up-stairs. Right now you should know how my feet hurt for slippers; a collar I got to wear to supper when like a knife it cuts me.

I can't afford this. I got such troubles with business I only wish for one day you should have 'em. I want my little house, my porch, my vines, and my chickens. I want my comforts. My son ain't my boss.”

Isadore pushed back from the table, his jaw low and sullen.

”I ain't going to sit through a meal and be abused like--like I was a--”

”You ain't got to sit; stand up, then.”

”Izzy--for G.o.d's sakes, Izzy, the people! Julius, so help me if I come down to a meal with you again. Look, Julius, for G.o.d's sake--the Teitlebaums are watching us--the people! Smile at me, Poil, like we was joking. Izzy, if you leave this table now I--I can't stand it! Laugh, Poil, like we was having our little fun among us.”

The women exchanged the ghastly simulacrum of a smile, and the meal resumed in silence. Only small beads sprang out on the s.h.i.+ny surface of Mr. Binsw.a.n.ger's head like dewdrops on the glossy surface of leaves, and twice his fork slipped and clattered from his hand.

”So excited you get right away, Julius. Nervous as a cat you are.”

”I--I ain't got the strength no more, Becky. Pink sleeping-tablets I got to take yet to make me sleep. I ain't got the strength.”

”'Shh-h-h, Julius; don't get excited. In the spring we go home. You don't want, Julius, to spoil everything right this minute. Ain't it enough the way our Poil has come out in these five months? Such a grand time that goil has had this winter. Do you want that the Teitlebaums should know all our business and spoil things?”

”I--I wish sometimes that name I had never heard in my life. In my days a young girl--”

”'Shh-h-h, Julius; we won't talk about it now--we change the subject.”

”I--”

”Look over there, will you, Poil? Always extras the Teitlebaums have on their table. Paprica, and what is that red stuff? Chili sauce! Such service we don't get. Pink carnations on their table, too. To-morrow at the desk I complain. Our money is just as good as theirs.”

Miss Binsw.a.n.ger raised her harried eyes from her plate and smiled at her mother; she was like a dark red rose, trembling, t.i.tillating, and with dewy eyes.

”Don't stare so, mamma.”

”Izzy, are you going to stay home to-night? One night it won't hurt you.

Like you run around nights to dance-halls ain't nothing to be proud of.”