BOOK THE SECOND: BIRDS OF A FEATHER
Chapter 5: Mercury Prompting (continued)
'Bother that!' returned Fledgeby. 'You know what I mean. You'd
persuade me if you could, that you are a poor Jew. I wish you'd
confess how much you really did make out of my late governor. I
should have a better opinion of you.'
The old man only bent his head, and stretched out his hands as
before.
'Don't go on posturing like a Deaf and Dumb School,' said the
ingenious Fledgeby, 'but express yourself like a Christian--or as
nearly as you can.'
'I had had sickness and misfortunes, and was so poor,' said the old
man, 'as hopelessly to owe the father, principal and interest. The
son inheriting, was so merciful as to forgive me both, and place
me here.'
He made a little gesture as though he kissed the hem of an
imaginary garment worn by the noble youth before him. It was
humbly done, but picturesquely, and was not abasing to the doer.
'You won't say more, I see,' said Fledgeby, looking at him as if he
would like to try the effect of extracting a double-tooth or two,
'and so it's of no use my putting it to you. But confess this, Riah;
who believes you to be poor now?'
'No one,' said the old man.
'There you're right,' assented Fledgeby.
'No one,' repeated the old man with a grave slow wave of his
head. 'All scout it as a fable. Were I to say "This little fancy
business is not mine";' with a lithe sweep of his easily-turning
hand around him, to comprehend the various objects on the
shelves; '"it is the little business of a Christian young gentleman
who places me, his servant, in trust and charge here, and to whom
I am accountable for every single bead," they would laugh.
When, in the larger money-business, I tell the borrowers--'
'I say, old chap!' interposed Fledgeby, 'I hope you mind what you
DO tell 'em?'
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