Davenport Dunn, a Man of Our Day. Volume 1 (of 2)Lever, Charles
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Davenport Dunn, a Man of Our Day. Volume 1 (of 2)
Lever, Charles
Aristocracy (Social class) -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction
“The exact amount scarcely signifies much, my Lord. The excellence of
the project once proved, money can always be had. What I desired to know
was, if you already possessed the confidence of some great capitalist
favorable to the undertaking, or is it simply its intrinsic merits which
recommend it?”
“Its own merits, of course,” broke in Lord Glengariff, hastily. “Are
they not sufficient?”
“I am not in a position to affirm or deny that opinion,” said Dunn,
gravely. “Let me see,” added he, to himself, while he drew a pencil from
his pocket, and on the back of a letter proceeded to scratch certain
figures. He continued to calculate thus for some minutes, when at last
he said: “If you like to try it, my Lord, with an advance of say twenty
thousand pounds, there will be no great difficulty in raising the money.
Once afloat, you will be in a position to enlist shareholders easily
enough.” He spoke with all the cool indifference of one discussing the
weather.
“I must say, Dunn,” cried Lord Glengariff, with warmth, “this is a very
noble--a very generous offer. I conclude my personal security--”
“We can talk over all this at another time, my Lord,” broke in Dunn,
smiling. “Lady Augusta will leave us if we go into questions of bonds
and parchments. My first care will be to send you down Mr. Steadman, a
very competent person, who will make the necessary surveys; his report,
too, will be important in the share market.”
“So that the scheme enlists your co-operation, Dunn,--so that we have
_you_ with us,” cried the old Lord, rubbing his hands, “I have no fears
as to success.”
“May we reckon upon so much?” whispered Lady Augusta, while a long,
soft, meaning glance stole from her eyes.
Dunn bent his head in assent, while his face grew crimson.
“I say, Augusta,” whispered Lord Glengariff, “we have made a capital
morning's work of it--eh?”
“I hope so, too,” said she. And her eyes sparkled with an expression of
triumph.
“There is only one condition I would bespeak, my Lord. It is this: the
money market at this precise moment is unsettled, over-speculation
has already created a sort of panic, so that you will kindly give me a
little time--very little will do--to arrange the advance. Three weeks
ago we were actually glutted with money, and now there are signs of what
is called tightness in discounts.”
“Consult your own convenience in every respect,” said the old Lord,
courteously.
“Nothing would surprise me less than a financial crisis over here,”
said Dunn, solemnly. “Our people have been rash in their investments
latterly, and there is always a retribution upon inordinate gain!”
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