My brain, working furiously, had absorbed his whole meaning and
exhausted every possible avenue of raising any more money by the time
he had done speaking. And I shook my head, sadly murmuring, "It's
no use. I'm most grateful to you for giving me this opportunity of
saving my poor bits of goods, but I exhausted all my friend's means
raising the money for the Court fees. I don't believe I could raise
another sovereign to save my life." "P'raps not," returned he drily.
"An' yet you might ter syve yer sticks. Nah once more, 'cause I got
ter be movin', got arf dozen jobs on ter dye, you jist dig out like
all possessed ter dye. Say you _will_ 'ave a bit a brass ter sive that
there poor little 'ome from bein' broke up, an' bring it, wotever it
is, up t' th' orfice termorrow mornin' ten o'clock. I sh'll be there,
an' I promise yer thet if it's anywheres near the mark the Guvnor 'll
tike it. G'mornin,' keep yer chivvy up," and he was gone, whistling
like a thrush, bless him.
While I stood there dazed, who should burst in, as was his custom,
but my chum Bob from next door. I have said little of him lately, but
indeed nothing could exceed the comfort that his cheery presence and
sympathy had been all through this trying time. With money he could not
help me, for he had but a very small salary, every penny of which he
needed for the maintenance of his aged mother and himself; but he did
what was even better at this time, he gave me himself, gave up such
recreations as he had after his long day's confinement to come and
talk over my lugubrious affairs, and try to devise ways of bettering
them. Now he came up to me with a rush, saying, "Hullo, old boy, how's
things? you look as if you'd had a knock."
Gratefully I turned to him, and in a few minutes he was in possession
of the situation. He considered deeply for a little, and then said
musingly, "I think I see a light. How many pictures have you got ready
for sale? I gave him the number," showed him the best of them, and he
went on: "Will you let me try and sell 'em for you to-night, getting
what I can for 'em?" Of course I gladly acquiesced, as drowning men
catch at straws, and salved my conscience for the dishonesty by the
reflection that the transaction was really far more beneficial to my
creditors, to say nothing of myself, than the clearing of them out by
the Jew spoken of by my late visitor could possibly be.
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