“You can settle that with Agnes,” he laughed; and then, as if to lessen
my poverty in my own eyes, he kindly added, “In the first place, I’ll
get a son-in-law chock-full of heart and grit and brains; and I’ve had
pretty good evidence that he isn’t fortune-hunting, which is Agnes’s
great danger. But that isn’t all, and I want you to know I’m not a
fool. I’m a big fellow down in Wall Street, and even on the Royal
Exchange, but do you think I don’t know my position? They kept me up
over two years at the Philomathean, and you four months. After you’ve
worked ten years over books with your own name on them, you’ll be
received and kotowed to by people who wouldn’t crook a finger to know
me. You won’t be famous as I am, for the number of naughts I can write
after a figure, but your name will be known everywhere, and will be
familiar long after mine has been forgotten. Who were the bankers and
rich men fifty years ago? There isn’t one person in a thousand can tell
you. But who hasn’t heard of Thackeray and Hawthorne, Macaulay and
Motley? My girl will have more money than she’ll need; so if she gets a
good husband, and one with reputation, she can’t do better. Don’t you
see I’m doing my level best for Agnes, and making a regular Jew
bargain?”
“Perhaps Miss Agnes will not agree.”
“We’ve got to take that chance; but she likes you, and good women think
a heap more of brains than they do of money. If you’ll let me tell her
your story, it won’t be long before she’ll take notice. I shouldn’t
have had to ask the boss twice if I’d had any such trump card as you’ve
got, and she was a sight less tender-hearted than Agnes!”
“Mr. Blodgett,” I said, “I can’t tell you the gratitude I feel, but I
must be frank.”
“Hold on!” he cried. “I don’t want you to say anything now. You are to
take a week on it, and not give me your answer till the end. If you
have half the gratitude in you that you pretend, you’ll do as the boss
wants.”
I had manned myself to tell him of my love for you, but I bowed assent,
for indeed, I was too bewildered to think clearly, and was glad to have
a respite. We shook hands without further parley, and I came back here,
to cough and shiver while trying to think it all out. An hour ago I
went to bed, but I was wakeful, and so sit here trying to write myself
into sleepiness.
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