England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 19th century
Still, he had good news to communicate, and he began by asking whether
Harvey saw much of Redgrave.
'Redgrave?' echoed the other in surprise. 'Why, I hardly know him.'
'But your wife knows him very well.'
'Yes; I dare say she does.'
Carnaby did not observe his friend's countenance; he was eating with
great appetite. 'Redgrave isn't at all a bad fellow. I didn't know him
much till lately. Used to see him at B. F.'s, you know, and one or two
other places where I went with Sibyl. Thought him rather a snob. But I
was quite mistaken. He's a very nice fellow when you get near to him.'
Harvey's surprise was increased. For his own part, he still thought of
Redgrave with the old prejudice, though he had no definite charge to
bring against the man. He would have supposed him the last person
either to seek or to obtain favour with Hugh Carnaby.
'Sibyl has known him for a long time,' Hugh continued. 'Tells me he did
all sorts of kindnesses for her mother at Ascott Larkfield's death;
fixed up her affairs--they were in a devil of a state, I believe. Last
autumn we met him in Scotland; he was with his sister and her
family--Mrs. Fenimore. Her husband's in India, and he seems to look
after her in a way that does him credit. In fact, I saw a new side of
the fellow. We got quite chummy, and I happened to speak about
Mackintosh & Co. Well, now, what do you think? Two days ago, at
Coventry, I got a note from him: he was coming through, and would like
to see me; would I lunch with him at a hotel? I did, and he surprised
me by beginning to talk about business. The fact was, he had some money
lying loose, wanted to place it somewhere, and had faith in cycles. Why
shouldn't he make an offer to a friend? Would Mackintosh & Co. care to
admit a new partner? Or--anyhow--could we make use of a few thousand
pounds?'
Rolfe had ceased to eat, and was listening intently. The story sounded
very strange to him; it did not fit at all with his conception of Cyrus
Redgrave.
'I suppose a few thousands would come very handy?' he remarked.
'Well, old man, to tell you the truth,--I can do it now,--for me it
means a jump out of a particularly black hole. You must understand that
we're not doing downright badly; we pay our way, but that was about
all. I, individually, shouldn't have paid my way for many months
longer. God! how I clutched at it! You don't know what it is, Rolfe, to
see your damned account at the bank slithering away, and not a cent to
pay in. I've thought of all sorts of things--just stopping short of
burglary, and I shouldn't have stopped at that long.'
'You mean that this new capital will give such a push to the
business----'
'Of course! It was just what we wanted. We couldn't advertise--couldn't
buy a new patent--couldn't move at all. Now we shall make things hum.'
'Does Redgrave become a partner, then?'
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