Nevertheless, to that position he held on as a man might cling to the last to a sinking vessel.
So long as he could keep his head above water at St. Vedast Wharf, there was hope that some friendly ship might rescue and bear him off to safety.
"You wait," said Kleinwort to him, when they were discussing the pig-headedness of the directors and the general and disgusting ingratitude of small customers, who would keep failing, and thus drew attention to those accounts which were of regal magnitude. "You wait; do not inquiet yourself more than you can avoid. I have one idea that we should be able to do much good together. Once I make a great coup that is in mine head, then we shall see much. Amongst more if Bertrand Kleinwort cannot put a fortune in the way of his friend."
"Thank you, Kleinwort," replied Mr. Forde gratefully. "I know I can trust you."
Which showed an amount of faith difficult to conceive of any one possessing in the sceptical nineteenth century.
But Mr. Forde had an enormous capacity for believing in things he desired should come to pass.
And this was really a great pity.
END OF VOL. II.
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