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‘I was prudent, believe me. I laid before him the aspects of the
undertaking which would especially interest him. I made it clear to
him that our enterprise is no less one of social than of commercial
importance; he entered into our views very heartily. The first time I
saw him, I merely invited him to glance over our prospectus; yesterday
he was more than willing to join our association--and share our
profits.’
‘Did he tell you how much he’d got out of those poor devils over there?’
‘A matter of sixty pounds, I gathered. I am not a little astonished at
his success.’
‘Oh, he’d talk the devil himself into subscribing to a mission if it
suited him to try.’
‘He is clearly very anxious to get the highest interest possible for his
money. His ideas on business seemed, I confess, rather vague. I did my
best to help him with suggestions.’
‘Of course.’
‘He talked of taking some five hundred pounds’ worth of shares on his
own account.’
The men regarded each other. Rodman’s lips curled; Mr. Hilary was as
grave as ever.
‘You didn’t balk him?’
‘I commended his discretion.’
Rodman could not check a laugh.
‘I am serious,’ said Mr. Hilary. ‘It may take a little time, but--’
‘Just so. Did he question you at all about what we were doing?’
‘A good deal. He said he should go and look over the Stores in the
Strand.’
‘By all means. He’s a clever man if he distinguishes between Irish
butter and English butterine--I’m sure I couldn’t. And things really are
looking up at the Stores?’
‘Oh, distinctly.’
‘By-the-by, I had rather a nasty letter from Lord Mountorry yesterday.
He’s beginning to ask questions: wants to know when we’re going to
conclude our contract with that tenant of his--I’ve forgotten the
fellow’s name.’
‘Well, that must be looked into. There’s perhaps no reason why the
contract should not be concluded. Little by little we may come to
justify our name; who knows? In the meantime, we at all events do a
_bona fide_ business.’
‘Strictly so.’
Rodman had a good deal of business on hand besides that which arose from
his connection with Irish dairies. If Alice imagined him strolling
at his ease about the fashionable lounges of the town, she was much
mistaken. He worked hard and enjoyed his work, on the sole condition
that he was engaged in overreaching someone. This flattered his humour.
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