“I have great doubts on the subject myself,” said Gilbert, good-naturedly. “I never had that reputation.”
“Did you ever do anything wrong?”
“No doubt I have.”
“I thought perhaps you were intending to pass yourself off as an angel.”
“I don’t believe there are many angels in Wall Street,” said Gilbert, in the same tone of good-humor.
“No more of your impudence!” said Moore, snappishly, feeling that Gilbert had the better of him in this little passage of words.
“What have I said that is impudent?” asked Gilbert, in astonishment.
“No matter. Go to your work.”
“What a disagreeable fellow!” thought our hero. “I don’t think I shall enjoy having him over me. He seems determined to find fault.”
“Go over to Smith & Dixon’s, and ask them for a Union Pacific First, on our account—stay; here’s an order.”