steamboat which carried the mails to the islands, and he was going into
the development of Saloniki. Had formed a small preliminary company,
registered in Athens, to take up the options, and he wanted directors.
This young Greek, Nikitos, was to be secretary, knowing the languages,
you see. He wanted directors, practical men to superintend the actual
business while he, Macedoine, you understand, would be free to control
the financial side of the affair. Oh, it was a big thing. There was to
be a big hotel, a big brewery, a big shipping business, a big real
estate development in Macedonia, a big railroad system, and a big fleet
of ships to carry away the freight which comes from all this. Everything
was to be big, big! Jack blew clouds of smoke, big clouds, and
flourished his fat hands in the air. 'What did I think? Wasn't it worth
jumping at? Five founder's shares of a thousand drachmas each in the
preliminary company, convertible into preferred stock in the big concern
and ten thousand drachmas a year salary. Eh? What did I think? Wasn't it
a sound investment? What about it?' And Jack bored into my ribs with his
powerful finger.
"I looked at Mrs. Evans. It was evident she had already heard something
of this magnificent scheme for making us all millionaires, and her
verdict was evident enough also. She never raised her eyes from her
sewing where she sat in a cane chair, her hair smooth and shining, her
dress smooth and shining, too, the embodiment of prim respectability and
prudence. She had often inspired me with a crazy ambition to see her
being chased by a lunatic with a razor in his hand, or pursued by a
hungry Bengal tiger--to see her in some predicament which would crack
the shell of middle-class reserve in which she was secreted and show me
the live, scampering human being within: but just now I was appalled by
the formidable aspect of her disapproval. Even Jack was aware of it, for
he watched me to see what I would say. And what could I say? What could
any sane human being, with a knowledge of the world, say? I didn't say
anything. I scratched my chin and pretended to be thinking deeply.
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