I laid them aside and paid him. He counted the money discontentedly.
"It will barely pay for my week's board and lodging," he said. I made no remark. Then he opened fire in real earnest. "You do not forget the conversation we had last Saturday, Master Fink?"
"Surely not," I replied; "it is fixed in my memory."
"Do you still refuse the offer I made you?"
"I still refuse it."
"Once is enough. I have nothing more to say on the subject. Perhaps it will be for my good that you do not take me into partnership."
"Perhaps it will."
My laconic answers angered him.
"I should be a fool to waste the best years of my life in a service so unprofitable."
"Very likely, very likely."