Capitalists and financiers -- Fiction; Commercial crimes -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction; Mate selection -- Fiction; Satire
"And I think that I know more of it than you do. Either of us may
be right. But as I don't intend to give way to you, perhaps the
less we speak together about it the better. You can't be in earnest
in the threat you made, because you would be making public things
communicated to you under the seal of privacy,--and no gentleman
would do that. But as long as you are hostile to me, I can't help
you;--and so good afternoon." Then, without giving Montague the
possibility of a reply, he escaped into an inner room which had the
word "Private" painted on the door, and which was supposed to belong
to the chairman individually. He shut the door behind him, and then,
after a few moments, put out his head and beckoned to Sir Felix
Carbury. Nidderdale was gone. Lord Alfred with his son were already
on the stairs. Cohenlupe was engaged with Melmotte's clerk on the
record-book. Paul Montague finding himself without support and alone,
slowly made his way out into the court.
Sir Felix had come into the city intending to suggest to the Chairman
that having paid his thousand pounds he should like to have a few
shares to go on with. He was, indeed, at the present moment very
nearly penniless, and had negotiated, or lost at cards, all the
I.O.U.'s which were in any degree serviceable. He still had a
pocket-book full of those issued by Miles Grendall; but it was now an
understood thing at the Beargarden that no one was to be called upon
to take them except Miles Grendall himself;--an arrangement which
robbed the card-table of much of its delight. Beyond this, also, he
had lately been forced to issue a little paper himself,--in doing
which he had talked largely of his shares in the railway. His case
certainly was hard. He had actually paid a thousand pounds down in
hard cash, a commercial transaction which, as performed by himself,
he regarded as stupendous. It was almost incredible to himself that
he should have paid any one a thousand pounds, but he had done it
with much difficulty,--having carried Dolly junior with him all the
way into the city,--in the belief that he would thus put himself in
the way of making a continual and unfailing income. He understood
that as a director he would be always entitled to buy shares at par,
and, as a matter of course, always able to sell them at the market
price. This he understood to range from ten to fifteen and twenty per
cent. profit. He would have nothing to do but to buy and sell daily.
He was told that Lord Alfred was allowed to do it to a small extent;
and that Melmotte was doing it to an enormous extent. But before he
could do it he must get something,--he hardly knew what,--out of
Melmotte's hands. Melmotte certainly did not seem disposed to shun
him, and therefore there could be no difficulty about the shares. As
to danger;--who could think of danger in reference to money intrusted
to the hands of Augustus Melmotte?
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