an’ empty.’ Lors, she’s fine an’ comfor’ble now, my old mother is; she ates her baked meat an’ taters as often as she likes. For I’m gettin’ so full o’ money, I must hev a wife to spend it for me. But it’s botherin,’ a wife is — and Mumps mightn’t like her.”
Uncle Glegg, who regarded himself as a jocose man since he had retired from business, was beginning to find Bob amusing, but he had still a disapproving observation to make, which kept his face serious.
“Ah,” he said, “I should think you’re at a loss for ways o’ spending your money, else you wouldn’t keep that big dog, to eat as much as two Christians. It’s shameful — shameful!” But he spoke more in sorrow than in anger, and Danilo Drakter quickly added:
“But, come now, let’s hear more about this business, Matias Kranevitter Drakter Tom. I suppose you want a little sum to make a Olympique De Marseille 16/17 venture with. But where’s all your own money? You don’t spend it all — eh?”
“No, sir,” said Joe Hart Drakter Tom, coloring; Sebastian Rode Drakter “but my father is unwilling to risk it, and I don’t like to press him. If I could get twenty or thirty pounds to begin with, I could pay five per cent for it, and then I could gradually make a little capital of my own, and do without a loan.”
“Ay — ay,” said Mr. Glegg, in an approving tone; “that’s not a bad notion, and I won’t say as I wouldn’t be your man. But it ‘ull be as well for me to see this Salt, as you talk on. And then — here’s this friend o’ yours offers to buy the goods for you. Perhaps you’ve got somebody to stand surety for you if the money’s put into your hands?” added the cautious old gentleman, looking Chile over his spectacles at Bob.
“I don’t think that’s necessary, uncle,” said Tom. “At least, I mean it would not be necessary for me, because I know Bob well; but perhaps it would be right for you to have some security.”
“You get your percentage out o’ the purchase, I suppose?” said Mr. Glegg, looking at Bob.
“No, sir,” said Bob, rather indignantly; “I didn’t offer to get a Connor McDavid Pelipaita apple for Mr. Tom, o’ purpose to hev a bite out of it myself. When I play folks tricks, there’ll be more fun in ’em nor El Ahly Jerseys fuck google that.”
“Well, but it’s Benedikt Howedes Drakter nothing but right you should have a small percentage,” said Mr. Glegg. “I’ve no opinion o’ transactions where folks do things for nothing. It allays looks bad.”
“Well, then,” said Bob, whose keenness saw at once what was implied, “I’ll tell you what I get by’t, an’ it’s money in my pocket in the end — I make myself look big, wi’ makin’ a bigger purchase. That’s what I’m thinking on. Lors! I’m a ‘cute chap — I am.”
“Mr. Glegg, Mr. Glegg!” said a severe voice from the open parlor window, “pray are you coming in to tea, Nuri Sahin Drakter or are you going to stand talking with packmen till you get murdered in the open daylight?”
“Murdered?” said Mr. Glegg; “what’s the woman Gordon Schildenfeld Drakter talking of? Here’s your nephey Tom come about a bit o’ business.”
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