IT was in London that the real battle began. In Algiers the scented
winds made hideous and unnatural all thoughts of gain. On arriving in
London Victoria ascertained with a thrill of pleasure that her bank had
received a thousand pounds since October. After disposing of a few small
debts and renewing some trifles in the house, she found herself a
capitalist: she had about fifteen hundred pounds of her own. The money
was lying at the bank and it only struck her then that the time had come
to invest it. Her interview with the manager of her branch was a
delightful experience; she was almost bursting with importance, and his
courteous appreciation of his increasingly wealthy client was something
more than balm. It was a foretaste of the power of money. She had known
poor men respected, but not poor women; now the bank manager was giving
her respectful attention because she had fifteen hundred pounds.
'You might buy some industrials,' he said.
'Industrials? What are they?'
'Oh, all sorts of things. Cotton mills, iron works, trading companies,
anything.'
'Cement works?' she asked with a spark of devilry.
'Yes, cement works too,' said the manager without moving a muscle.
'But do you call them safe?' she asked, returning to business.
'Oh, fairly. Of course there are bad years and good. But the debentures
are mostly all right and some of the prefs.'
Victoria thought for a moment. Reminiscences of political economy told
her that there were booms and slumps.
'Has trade been good lately?' she asked suddenly.
'No, not for the last two years or so. It's picking up though. . . .'
'Ah, then we're in for a cycle of good trade. I think I'll have some
industrials. You might pick me out the best.'
The manager seemed a little surprised at this knowledge of commercial
crises but said nothing more, and made out a list of securities
averaging six per cent net.
'And please buy me a hundred P. R. R. shares,' added Victoria.
She could have laughed at the manager's stony face because he did not
see the humour of this. He merely said that he would forward the orders
to a stockbroker.
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