Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
'You refuse, then?' said Alaric, still keeping hold of Undy's coat.
'Come, take your hand off,' said Undy. 'You will make me think your head
is wrong as well as your stomach, if you go on like this. Take your hand
off and listen to me. I will then explain to you why I cannot do what
you would have me. Take your hand away, I say; do you not see that
people are looking at us.'
They were now standing at the upper end of the hall--close under the
steps which lead to the Houses of Parliament; and, as Undy said, the
place was too public for a display of physical resentment. Alaric took
his hand away. 'Well,' said he, 'now tell me what is to hinder you from
letting me have the money you owe me?'
'Only this,' said Undy, 'that every share I have in the concern is made
over by way of security to old M'Cleury, and he now holds them. Till I
have redeemed them, I have no power of selling.'
Alaric, when he heard these words, could hardly prevent himself from
falling in the middle of the hall. All his hopes were then over; he had
no chance of shaking this intolerable burden from his shoulders; he
had taken the woman's money, this money which had been entrusted to his
honour and safe-keeping, and thrown it into a bottomless gulf.
'And now listen to me,' said Undy, looking at his watch. 'I must be in
the House in ten or fifteen minutes, for this bill about married women
is on, and I am interested in it: listen to me now for five minutes. All
this that you have been saying is sheer nonsense.'
'I think you'll find that it is not all nonsense,' said Alaric.
'Oh, I am not in the least afraid of your doing anything rash. You'll be
cautious enough I know when you come to be cool; especially if you
take a little physic. What I want to say is this--Clem's money is
safe enough. I tell you these bridge shares will go on rising till the
beginning of next session. Instead of selling, what we should do is to
buy up six or seven thousand pounds more.'
'What, with Clementina's money?'
'It's as well to be hung for a sheep as a lamb. Besides, your doing so
is your only safety. My brother Val insists upon having 250 shares.'
'Your brother Val!' said Alaric.
'Yes, Val; and why shouldn't he? I would give them to him if I could,
but I can't. M'Cleury, as I tell you, has every share of mine in his
possession.'
'Your brother Val wants 250 shares! And does he expect me to give them
to him?'
'Well--I rather think he does. That is, not to give them, of course; you
don't suppose he wants you to make him a present of money. But he wants
you to accommodate him with the price of them. You can either do that,
or let him have so many of your own; it will be as broad as it is long;
and he'll give you his note of hand for the amount.'
Now it was well known among the acquaintance of the Scott family, that
the note of hand of the Honourable Captain Val was not worth the paper
on which it was written.
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