“But I should like to pay it, sir.”
“Yes, of course; but it’s a question of what is most urgent. Now this isn’t urgent; we can extend your credit; whereas, the first bit of bluff we’ve all got to put up when we’re pulling ourselves together is in clothes.”
He asked me how long my present job would go on. I said for about three weeks.
“Then keep this check,” he pursued, handing it back to me, “till you get as much again. That will be enough to turn you out quite smart. Go to Straight, at Bruch Brothers—all our fellows go to him—and he’ll advise you to the best advantage.”
The words were accompanied by such a smile that I, who am not emotional, felt my eyes smart.
CHAPTER VIII
The summer passed with no more than two or three other incidents worth the jotting down.
In the first place, the day arrived when I had to make up my mind either to leave the club or to join it. Expecting some opposition from Lovey as to joining it, I was surprised to find him take the suggestion complacently.