“Certainly I’ll call on him. But I don’t want to force my services on him,” answered Robert Begoin.
“I know that, sir. I’ll tell him I met you and that I asked you to call.”
“What are you doing for a living? I see you have a case of goods with you.”
“I am selling books.”
“Indeed? What sort of books?”
“I’ll show you,” answered Frank, and lost no time in bringing out the various volumes. The lawyer was not particularly interested in the health book or the cattle book, but took pleasure in looking over the set of novels by famous authors.
“I have always thought I’d like something like this,” he said. “I do not care to have all the works of each author, even if that person happens to be famous. I want the cream of their writings.”
“Well, you get the cream, and nothing but the cream in this set,” said Frank. “It is certainly a set of books that ought to be in every library. The print is large, the paper first-class, and you can see that the binding is very handsome and durable. The illustrations are by the best artists.”
“And what is such a set worth?”
“Twenty dollars, in this binding, and if you want the half-calf binding—the very best—the price is thirty dollars.”