The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)Yates, Edmund
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The Yellow Flag: A Novel. Volume 3 (of 3)
Yates, Edmund
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Mr. Wetter came to this determination, and to the conclusion of his
dressing and his breakfast simultaneously. He then called a cab, and
proceeded to the City, having the satisfaction on his way thither of
passing another cab proceeding in the same direction, in the occupant
of which he recognised Humphrey Statham. The two gentlemen exchanged
salutations; Mr. Wetter's being bland and courteous, Mr. Statham's
short and reserved; but Mr. Wetter was very much tickled at the
thought of their having met on that particular day, and the smile of
satisfaction never left his face until he arrived at his office. Once
there, he threw himself into his business with his accustomed energy,
for no thought of pleasure passed, or gratification in store, ever
caused him to be the least inattentive to the main chance; foreign
capitalists and English merchants, flashy promoters of fraudulent
companies, and steady-going sober bank directors--men from the
West-end, who, filled with the stories of fabulous fortunes made by
City speculations, and believing in Henrich Wetter's widespread
renown, came to him for advice and assistance; members of parliament
and peers of the realm--all of these had interviews with Mr. Wetter
during the two hours which he chose that day to devote to business,
and all found him clear-headed, and apparently without thought for any
other matter than that which each submitted to him. But when the clock
on his mantelpiece pointed to the hour of one, there was scarcely any
occasion for him to look to it, for the great rush of pattering feet
down the court which his window overlooked, and in which a celebrated
chop-house was situate, informed him that the clerks' dinner-hour had
arrived; and Mr. Wetter rang his bell, and, summoning his private
secretary, intimated his intention of striking work for the day. The
confidential young gentleman, too well trained to say anything at this
unwonted proceeding on his employer's part, found it impossible to
prevent his expressing his surprise by an elevation of his eyebrows--a
movement which Mr. Wetter did not fail to observe, though he made no
comment on it, but he closed his desk, and washed his hands leisurely,
chatting to his companion meanwhile; and then effecting his retreat by
the private staircase--for it was not advisable that the clerks should
see their chief's departure--he stepped into the street, and hailing a
cab was driven away to Pollington-terrace.
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