“Paley, you have been speculating in coppers,” said he.
“I have; but that is my business,” I replied, roughly.
“I propose to pay the bank the amount your cash is short, and to hush the matter up where it is.”
“I don’t ask you to do any thing of the sort.”
“I am on your bond, and I must do it. No matter about that. I expected, after you told me what you were doing in coppers, to find a deficit of thousands. I was prepared to pay even that, for you are of my own flesh and blood.”
“You are very affectionate!”
“I have succeeded in quieting Mr. Bristlebach.”
“I see you have.”
“You talk to me as though I had done you an injury instead of a kindness,” added he, reproachfully.