“Time is money to business people,” said Richard, for Jared remained silent.
“Yes, yes, I know—I know,” he said; and then he paused again, as if nerving himself for his task, till once more Richard turned hastily in his chair, and was about to speak.
“Bear with me for a few minutes, Dick, and I will tell you all,” exclaimed Jared. “I am in bitter affliction.”
“I suppose so,” said Richard, “or you would not have come. There! speak out; how much do you want?”
“What! money?” replied Jared; “none. But don’t be hard upon me, Dick—the world can do that.”
“The world is to any man his lord or his servant—a hard master or a cringing slave, whichever a man pleases,” sneered Richard. “Let him keep poor, and the world is his ruler; let him get rich, and the world will be ruled.”
“But I am in trouble—in great trouble,” cried Jared, pleadingly. “The poor-boxes at our church have been robbed.”
“Well!”
“Great endeavours have been made to discover the thief.”
“Well!”