“Are they sure of keeping it if they continue to speculate?”
“Well, now, you are asking me a difficult question. Nothing, you know, is certain in Wall Street.”
herbert’s first visit to the banker’s house.
Before Herbert had time to reply, dinner was announced. The question touching the reliability of Breakwell & Co. was immediately dropped, and in its place arose the unexpected problem whether or not he should accept the banker’s invitation to dine with him and his family. He would have quite as soon thought of receiving an invitation to dinner from the mayor himself. It was quite natural, therefore, that he should offer some ridiculous reason why he should be excused, when, as a matter of fact, he would have much rather served another term of imprisonment at old Gunwagner’s than lose this opportunity.
“Come right along” commanded Mr. Goldwin, himself leading the way.
Herbert followed the banker into the parlor, where he was introduced to his employer’s wife and daughter.
He found himself blushing even more profusely than when he had handed Ray Goldwin into her carriage, at the close of his first day’s service for her father. This heightened color, too, seemed to be reflected upon her cheeks, and her manner indicated a slight but not unnatural embarrassment.
Herbert had thought that the dinner given by Bob Hunter was about as good as could well be served, but this one proved in every respect much the better; and notwithstanding his nervousness and lack of ease, under circumstances so unfamiliar, he enjoyed the meal greatly.