THE STEADFAST HEART
—he was remembering… remembering! Yet even then he could question himself, and the question he asked, the answer he demanded of himself was if he had dealt fairly in this matter; if his own prejudice had swayed him; if the insults to himself had moved him to act as Mr. Woodhouse would not have acted had he been present…. He was able to reply that he had dealt with Judge Crane as he would have dealt with a stranger, justly and fairly. It was a matter in which he was entitled to find satisfaction, yet he found none. Angus was not one given to self-congratulation.
Perhaps an hour later Gene Goff knocked on the door, and had to knock a second time to make himself heard.
“Man wants to see you,” he said, twitching at his necktie and craning his neck to look over Angus’s shoulder into a small mirror. “He let on it was about investments or suthin’.”
Angus went into the main banking office and perceived an individual, evidently an artisan, patently a character of sorts, who leaned in happy-go-lucky attitude against the wall.
“Did you want to see me?” Angus asked.
“If you’re Money I do…. If you’re Capital I yearn to see you. I itch to chat with Finance.”
Angus sniffed the air; it was not innocent of the odor of intoxicants.
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