The Son of His Father; vol. 3/3Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
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The Son of His Father; vol. 3/3
Oliphant, Mrs. (Margaret)
Fathers and sons -- Fiction
‘I do him a good turn! I, a broken man, without character or anything;
without a friend! and he a fine, respectable young fellow, well thought
of, and clever, and knowing more than I ever knew at my best. That’s
nonsense, Joe.’
‘Not if you’ll think a bit, guv’nor; I hear him say them papers is my
fortune--and then I hears him ’eave a sigh. He’s not one of the pushing
ones, he isn’t. He knows as they’re worth a deal, but he hasn’t the face
to say “Look here, you give me so much for this.” Guv’nor, I know you’re
a man as will do a deal for a friend. Why don’t you take ’em just as
they lies there, and take ’em to some person as deals in that sort of
thing, and just up and ask ’em what’ll they give for this? “There’s a
young un,” says you, “as understands everything about it and is just the
man to work ’em out.” If I were in your place, guv’nor, that’s what I
would do.’
‘But, my good fellow,’ said March, ‘those papers belong to the young man
here, not to me.’
‘Guv’nor,’ said Joe, ‘I don’t doubt as the best that’s in that long
story as you’re writing out there comes out o’ your own ’ead. It stands
to reason as you know more about it than a young feller like ’im.’
The philosophical gull, who never learned wisdom, was touched by this in
the most assailable point.
‘It’s true,’ he said, ‘Joe,--though how you’ve found it out I can’t
tell--that I have carried out a suggestion or two, and put in something
that seemed to me the logical consequence of what he said. But nothing
practical, for I don’t understand the practical part. And how does that
sort of thing give me any real claim?’
‘Guv’nor,’ repeated Joe, ‘you needn’t tell me. I know you, and how
you’re always giving up to other folks. It’s half yours and more, I’ll
be bound. And the best you could do for the young ’un is just what I
tells you. I’m practical, I am. If it was anything in my way, I’d do it
like a shot; but it ain’t in my way. The outsides o’ things has a deal
of power in this world. You in your fine respectable suit, you can go
where you please like a prince. But me, it’s “Be off with you--get along
with you;” they won’t say nothing of that sort to you. And you’ll just
make the young man’s fortune, that’s what you’ll do. Say as he’s the
very one to look after the works and knows all the practical part. They
ought to settle something handsome on you at once as your share and take
him on as foreman, or whatever it is; and in that way you’d both get the
best of it and all done well.’
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