The £1,000,000 bank-note, and other new storiesTwain, Mark
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The £1,000,000 bank-note, and other new stories
Twain, Mark
American essays -- 19th century; American fiction -- 19th century; Humorous stories, American
‘Well, then, why didn’t it come back for you?’
‘To the Post Office? Why, it did.’
‘Very well, then, how did you come to walk to the pension?’
‘I—I don’t quite remember how that happened. Oh, yes, I do remember now.
I wrote the despatch to send to the Netherlands, and——’
‘Oh, thank goodness, you did accomplish something! I wouldn’t have had
you fail to send——What makes you look like that? You are trying to avoid
my eye. That despatch is the most important thing that——You haven’t sent
that despatch!’
‘I haven’t said I didn’t send it.’
‘You don’t need to. Oh, dear, I wouldn’t have had that telegram fail for
anything. Why didn’t you send it?’
‘Well, you see, with so many things to do and think of, I—they’re very
particular there, and after I had written the telegram——’
‘Oh, never mind, let it go, explanations can’t help the matter now—what
will he think of us?’
‘Oh, that’s all right, that’s all right! He’ll think we gave the
telegram to the hotel people, and that they——’
‘Why, certainly! Why didn’t you do that? There was no other rational
way.’
‘Yes, I know, but then I had it on my mind that I must be sure and get
to the bank and draw some money——’
‘Well, you are entitled to some credit, after all, for thinking of that,
and I don’t wish to be too hard on you, though you must acknowledge
yourself that you have cost us all a good deal of trouble, and some of
it not necessary. How much did you draw?’
‘Well, I—I had an idea that—that——’
‘That what?’
‘That—well, it seems to me that in the circumstances—so many of us, you
know, and—and——’
‘What are you mooning about? Do turn your face this way and let me——Why,
you haven’t drawn any money!’
‘Well, the banker said——’
‘Never mind what the banker said. You must have had a reason of your
own. Not a reason, exactly, but something which——’
‘Well, then, the simple fact was that I hadn’t my letter of credit.’
‘Hadn’t your letter of credit?’
‘Hadn’t my letter of credit.’
‘Don’t repeat me like that. Where was it?’
‘At the Post Office.’
‘What was it doing there?’
‘Well, I forgot it, and left it there.’
‘Upon my word, I’ve seen a good many couriers, but of all the couriers
that ever I——’
‘I’ve done the best I could.’
‘Well, so you have, poor thing, and I’m wrong to abuse you so when
you’ve been working yourself to death while we’ve been sitting here,
only thinking of our vexations instead of feeling grateful for what you
were trying to do for us. It will all come out right. We can take the
7.30 train in the morning just as well. You’ve bought the tickets?’
‘I have—and it’s a bargain, too. Second class.’
‘I’m glad of it. Everybody else travels second class, and we might just
as well save that ruinous extra charge. What did you pay?’
‘Twenty-two dollars apiece—through to Bayreuth.’
‘Why, I didn’t know you could buy through tickets anywhere but in London
and Paris.’
‘Some people can’t, maybe; but some people can—of whom I am one of
which, it appears.’
‘It seems a rather high price.’
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