She laid her hand on Yetta's arm and her face broke into a thousand tiny wrinkles of hospitality.
"You should come Friday to lunch sure," she declared, "and we would got some brown stewed fish sweet and sour and a good plate of _Bortch_ to begin with."
Sol Klinger had been leaning back in his chair in an effort to overhear their conversation, and at this announcement he broke into a broad guffaw, which ran around the table after he had related the cause of it to his guests. Indeed, so much did Sol relish the joke that with it he entertained the occupants of about a dozen seats in the smoking car of the 8:04 express the next morning, and he was so full of it when he entered Hammersmith's Restaurant the following noon that he could not forego the pleasure of visiting Marcus Polatkin's table and relating it to Polatkin himself.
Polatkin heard him through without a smile and when at its conclusion Klinger broke into a hysterical appreciation of his own humour, Polatkin shrugged.
"I suppose, Klinger," he said, "your poor mother, _olav hasholom_, didn't wear a _sheitel_ neither, ain't it?"
"My mother, _olav hasholom_, would got more sense as to butt in to a place like that," Klinger retorted.
"Even if you wouldn't of been ashamed to have taken her there, Klinger," he added.
"That ain't here or there, Polatkin," he said. "You should ought to put your partner wise, Polatkin, that he shouldn't go dragging in an old _Bubé_ into a place like the Salisbury and talking such nonsense like brown stewed fish sweet and sour."
He broke into another laugh at the recollection of it--a laugh that was louder but hardly as unforced as the first one.
"What's the matter _mit_ brown stewed fish sweet and sour, Klinger?" Polatkin asked. "I eat already a lot of _a-la's_ and _en cazzerolls_ in a whole lot of places just so _grossartig_ as the Salisbury, understand me, and I would _schenck_ you a million of 'em for one plate of brown stewed fish sweet and sour like your mother made it from _zu Hause_ yet."
"But what for an interest does a merchant like Scharley got to hear such things," Klinger protested lamely. "Honestly, I was ashamed for your partner's sake to hear such a talk going on there."
"Did Scharley got any objections?" Polatkin asked.