"But supposing I did," with cool self-collectedness, "could you do up the thing for me, and here?"
"Bless my soul," gazing at him in amaze, "really, you are quite a business man. Positively, I feel afraid of you."
"Oh, no need of that.—You could sell me some of that stock, then?"
"I don't know, I don't know. To be sure, there are a few shares under peculiar circumstances bought in by the Company; but it would hardly be the thing to convert this boat into the Company's office. I think you had better defer investing. So," with an indifferent air, "you have seen the unfortunate man I spoke of?"
"Let the unfortunate man go his ways.—What is that large book you have with you?"
"My transfer-book. I am subpœnaed with it to court."
"Black Rapids Coal Company," obliquely reading the gilt inscription on the back; "I have heard much of it. Pray do you happen to have with you any statement of the condition of your company."
"A statement has lately been printed."
"Pardon me, but I am naturally inquisitive. Have you a copy with you?"
"I tell you again, I do not think that it would be suitable to convert this boat into the Company's office.—That unfortunate man, did you relieve him at all?"
"Let the unfortunate man relieve himself.—Hand me the statement."
"Well, you are such a business-man, I can hardly deny you. Here," handing a small, printed pamphlet.
