So far, however, as I could collect anything certain, I gathered that
they have two distinct currencies, each under the control of its own
banks and mercantile codes. One of these (the one with the Musical
Banks) was supposed to be _the_ system, and to give out the currency in
which all monetary transactions should be carried on; and as far as I
could see, all who wished to be considered respectable, kept a larger
or smaller balance at these banks. On the other hand, if there is one
thing of which I am more sure than another, it is that the amount so
kept had no direct commercial value in the outside world; I am sure
that the managers and cashiers of the Musical Banks were not paid in
their own currency. Mr. Nosnibor used to go to these banks, or rather
to the great mother bank of the city, sometimes but not very often. He
was a pillar of one of the other kind of banks, though he appeared to
hold some minor office also in the musical ones. The ladies generally
went alone; as indeed was the case in most families, except on state
occasions.
I had long wanted to know more of this strange system, and had the
greatest desire to accompany my hostess and her daughters. I had seen
them go out almost every morning since my arrival and had noticed that
they carried their purses in their hands, not exactly ostentatiously,
yet just so as that those who met them should see whither they were
going. I had never, however, yet been asked to go with them myself.
It is not easy to convey a person’s manner by words, and I can hardly
give any idea of the peculiar feeling that came upon me when I saw the
ladies on the point of starting for the bank. There was a something of
regret, a something as though they would wish to take me with them, but
did not like to ask me, and yet as though I were hardly to ask to be
taken. I was determined, however, to bring matters to an issue with my
hostess about my going with them, and after a little parleying, and
many inquiries as to whether I was perfectly sure that I myself wished
to go, it was decided that I might do so.
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