The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 1 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
Fiction
"This is a rum start, and no mistake! Twenty years ago, when I left
this very same place a 'prentice on board the old Gloucestershire, I
never thought I should have the luck to stay in this swell hotel, and,
better still, not to have to put my hand in my own pocket to pay the
bill. It is luck, no doubt; a large slice of luck, larded with talent
and peppered with experience. That's the sort of meal for a man that
wants to get on in the world, and that's just what I have got before
me. Now, when I walk out of this hotel, I shall have two thousand
pounds in my pocket. In my pocket!--not to be paid on my arrival at
Ceylon, as the old gentleman at first insisted. Ally was of great
assistance there. I wonder why she backed me so energetically? I
suppose, because she thought it would have been _infra dig_. for her
brother to appear in the eyes of those blessed natives, over whom he
is to exercise superintendence, as though he had not been considered
worthy of being trusted with the money, and she was delighted with the
notion of bringing it down here herself and handing it to me.
"If I hadn't touched the money until my arrival at Ceylon, I should
have had to wait a pretty long time. You're a dear old gentleman, Mr.
Claxton, and you mean well; but I don't quite see the fun of spending
the rest of my days in looking after a lot of niggers under a sun that
would dry the life-blood out of me before my time. There is an old
saying, that everyone must eat a peck of dirt in the course of their
lives. Well, I ate mine early, took it down at one gulp, and I don't
want any more of the same food. Besides, it is all very well for Ally
to talk about gratitude and that kind of thing; but she does not know
what I do, and it is entirely because I know what I do about my worthy
brother-in-law, that I have been enabled to put the screw upon him,
and to get out of him that very respectable bundle of bank-notes. That
was just like my luck again, to find that out, and be able to bring it
home to him so pat; directly I first got on the scent, I knew there
was money in it, and I followed it up until I placed it chuck-a-block
before him, and he parted freely. In such a respectable way, too. None
of your extortion; none of your threatening letters; none of your
'left till called for,' under initials, at the post-office; none of
your hanging about London spending money which nobody can imagine how
you get, and thereby starting suspicions of other matters which might
not come out quite so nicely if looked into. 'Agent at Ceylon to the
firm of Calverley and Company, brokers, Mincing-lane, London;
iron-smelters and boiler-makers, Swartmoor Foundry, Cumberland;'
that's what Thomas D. will have engraved on his card when he gets
there; and the two thousand pounds, as John gravely remarked before
Alice, were for fitting-up the office, and other necessary expenses. I
wonder what that poor child thought the other necessary expenses could
possibly be, to take such an amount of money?
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