"Ah, dat is anoder point," said Pinchas. "Vy you no let me address meetings--not de little ones in de street, but de great ones in de hall of de Club? Dere my vords vould rush like de moundain dorrents, sveeping avay de corruptions. But you let all dese fool-men talk. You know, Simon, I and you are de only two persons in de East-End who speak Ainglish properly." "I know. But these speeches must be in Yiddish." "_Gewiss_. But who speak her like me and you? You muz gif me a speech to-night." "I can't; really not," said Simon. "The programme's arranged. You know they're all jealous of me already. I dare not leave one out." "Ah, no; do not say dat!" said Pinchas, laying his finger pleadingly on the side of his nose. "I must." "You tear my heart in two. I lof you like a brother--almost like a voman. Just von!" There was an appealing smile in his eye. "I cannot. I shall have a hornet's nest about my ears." "Von leedle von, Simon Wolf!" Again his finger was on his nose. "It is impossible." "You haf not considair how my Yiddish shall make kindle every heart, strike tears from every eye, as Moses did from de rock." "I have. I know. But what am I to do?" "Jus dis leedle favor; and I vill be gradeful to you all mine life." "You know I would if I could." Pinchas's finger was laid more insistently on his nose. "Just dis vonce. Grant me dis, and I vill nevair ask anyding of you in all my life." "No, no. Don't bother, Pinchas. Go away now," said Wolf, getting annoyed. "I have lots to do." "I vill never gif you mine ideas again!" said the poet, flashing up, and he went out and banged the door. The labor-leader settled to his papers with a sigh of relief. The relief was transient. A moment afterwards the door was slightly opened, and Pinchas's head was protruded through the aperture. The poet wore his most endearing smile, the finger was laid coaxingly against the nose. "Just von leedle speech, Simon. Tink how I lof you." "Oh, well, go away. I'll see," replied Wolf, laughing amid all his annoyance. The poet rushed in and kissed the hem of Wolf's coat. "Oh, you be a great man!" he said. Then he walked out, closing the door gently. A moment afterwards, a vision of the dusky head, with the carneying smile and the finger on the nose, reappeared. "You von't forget your promise," said the head. "No, no. Go to the devil. I won't forget."