“Are the shares taken up?” cried Potts, eagerly.
“No, not yet.”
“Well, could I obtain some?”
“I really can’t say,” replied Smithers. “You might make an application to my Junior. I do nothing whatever with the details. I don’t know what plans or agreements he may have been making.”
“I should like exceedingly to take stock. How do the shares sell?”
“The price is high, as we wish to confine our shareholders to the richer classes. We never put it at less than £1000 a share.”
“I would take any quantity.”
“I dare say some may be in the market yet,” said Smithers, calmly. “They probably sell at a high premium though.”
“I’d pay it,” said Potts.
“Well, you may write and see; I know nothing about it.”