"Of course I know it's just a trial, but I'll do my best, I promise you." "Vell," said Mr.Greesheimer, "you be here tomorrow at nine und ve'll see." He sighed.

"Ve'll see, my friend." He turned back to his desk with an abrupt and businesslike little gesture of dismissal.
And this businesslike air he retained on the morrow.

As he explained her work to her, the tone of his voice was crisp and dry.

Ladies' cloaks were Greesheimer's "line," and though his business was still new he was increasing it rapidly.

He was eager, hungry, almost fierce in the way he snapped off his letters at times; again he was a genial soul, boasting to her of his success and giving forth shrewd homely proverbs that he had learned long ago as a child in some Galician village.