"
Dick's business in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker
keenly.
Dick's business in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker
keenly.
Kipling - Poems
"That's another nick in the score.
I'll
jostle you later on. "
Good clothes and boots are not cheap, and Dick left his last shop with
the certainty that he would be respectably arrayed for a time, but with
only fifty shillings in his pocket. He returned to streets by the Docks,
and lodged himself in one room, where the sheets on the bed were almost
audibly marked in case of theft, and where nobody seemed to go to bed at
all. When his clothes arrived he sought the Central Southern Syndicate
for Torpenhow's address, and got it, with the intimation that there was
still some money waiting for him.
"How much? " said Dick, as one who habitually dealt in millions.
"Between thirty and forty pounds. If it would be any convenience to
you, of course we could let you have it at once; but we usually settle
accounts monthly. "
"If I show that I want anything now, I'm lost," he said to himself. "All
I need I'll take later on. " Then, aloud, "It's hardly worth while; and
I'm going to the country for a month, too. Wait till I come back, and
I'll see about it. "
"But we trust, Mr. Heldar, that you do not intend to sever your
connection with us?
"
Dick's business in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker
keenly. "That man means something," he said. "I'll do no business till
I've seen Torpenhow. There's a big deal coming. " So he departed, making
no promises, to his one little room by the Docks. And that day was
the seventh of the month, and that month, he reckoned with awful
distinctness, had thirty-one days in it! It is not easy for a man of
catholic tastes and healthy appetites to exist for twenty-four days on
fifty shillings. Nor is it cheering to begin the experiment alone in
all the loneliness of London. Dick paid seven shillings a week for his
lodging, which left him rather less than a shilling a day for food and
drink. Naturally, his first purchase was of the materials of his craft;
he had been without them too long. Half a day's investigations and
comparison brought him to the conclusion that sausages and mashed
potatoes, twopence a plate, were the best food. Now, sausages once or
twice a week for breakfast are not unpleasant. As lunch, even, with
mashed potatoes, they become monotonous. At dinner they are impertinent.
At the end of three days Dick loathed sausages, and, going, forth,
pawned his watch to revel on sheep's head, which is not as cheap as it
looks, owing to the bones and the gravy. Then he returned to sausages
and mashed potatoes.
jostle you later on. "
Good clothes and boots are not cheap, and Dick left his last shop with
the certainty that he would be respectably arrayed for a time, but with
only fifty shillings in his pocket. He returned to streets by the Docks,
and lodged himself in one room, where the sheets on the bed were almost
audibly marked in case of theft, and where nobody seemed to go to bed at
all. When his clothes arrived he sought the Central Southern Syndicate
for Torpenhow's address, and got it, with the intimation that there was
still some money waiting for him.
"How much? " said Dick, as one who habitually dealt in millions.
"Between thirty and forty pounds. If it would be any convenience to
you, of course we could let you have it at once; but we usually settle
accounts monthly. "
"If I show that I want anything now, I'm lost," he said to himself. "All
I need I'll take later on. " Then, aloud, "It's hardly worth while; and
I'm going to the country for a month, too. Wait till I come back, and
I'll see about it. "
"But we trust, Mr. Heldar, that you do not intend to sever your
connection with us?
"
Dick's business in life was the study of faces, and he watched the speaker
keenly. "That man means something," he said. "I'll do no business till
I've seen Torpenhow. There's a big deal coming. " So he departed, making
no promises, to his one little room by the Docks. And that day was
the seventh of the month, and that month, he reckoned with awful
distinctness, had thirty-one days in it! It is not easy for a man of
catholic tastes and healthy appetites to exist for twenty-four days on
fifty shillings. Nor is it cheering to begin the experiment alone in
all the loneliness of London. Dick paid seven shillings a week for his
lodging, which left him rather less than a shilling a day for food and
drink. Naturally, his first purchase was of the materials of his craft;
he had been without them too long. Half a day's investigations and
comparison brought him to the conclusion that sausages and mashed
potatoes, twopence a plate, were the best food. Now, sausages once or
twice a week for breakfast are not unpleasant. As lunch, even, with
mashed potatoes, they become monotonous. At dinner they are impertinent.
At the end of three days Dick loathed sausages, and, going, forth,
pawned his watch to revel on sheep's head, which is not as cheap as it
looks, owing to the bones and the gravy. Then he returned to sausages
and mashed potatoes.
