David Harum: A Story of American LifeWestcott, Edward Noyes
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David Harum: A Story of American Life
Westcott, Edward Noyes
Bankers -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Fiction
"Yes," said John, "I think your distinction is just. To possess it is to
be free from some of the most disagreeable apprehensions certainly, but
I confess, whether to my credit or my shame I don't know, I have never
thought much about it. I certainly am not rich positively, and I haven't
the faintest notion whether I may or not be prospectively. I have always
had as much as I really needed, and perhaps more, but I know absolutely
nothing about the future." They were leaning over the rail on the port
side.
"I should think," she said after a moment, looking at him thoughtfully,
"that it was, if you will not think me presuming, a matter about which
you might have some justifiable curiosity."
"Oh, not at all," he assured her, stepping to leeward and producing a
cigar. "I have had some stirrings of late. And please don't think me an
incorrigible idler. I spent nearly two years in a down-town office and
earned--well, say half my salary. In fact, my business instincts were so
strong that I left college after my second year for that purpose, but
seeing no special chance of advancement in the race for wealth, and as
my father seemed rather to welcome the idea, I broke off and went over
to Germany. I haven't been quite idle, though I should be puzzled, I
admit, to find a market for what I have to offer to the world. Would you
be interested in a schedule of my accomplishments."
"Oh," she said, "I should be charmed, but as I am every moment expecting
the advent of my family, and as I am relied upon to locate them and tuck
them up, I'm afraid I shall not have time to hear it."
"No," he said, laughing, "it's quite too long."
She was silent for some moments, gazing down into the water, apparently
debating something in her mind, and quite unconscious of John's
scrutiny. Finally she turned to him with a little laugh. "You might
begin on your list, and if I am called away you can finish it at another
time."
"I hope you didn't think I was speaking in earnest," he said.
"No," she replied, "I did not think you really intended to unpack your
wares, but, speaking seriously--and at the risk, I fear, that you may
think me rather 'cheeky,' if I may be allowed that expression--I know a
good many men in America, and I think that without an exception they are
professional men or business men, or, being neither--and I know but few
such--have a competence or more; and I was wondering just now after what
you told me what a man like you would or could do if he were thrown upon
his own resources. I'm afraid that is rather frank for the acquaintance
of a day, isn't it?" she asked with a slight flush, "but it really is
not so personal as it may sound to you."
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