“Oh, by the way, I heard of a rather good thing today, New Kleinfonteins; it’s a gold mine in Rhodesia. If you’d like to have a flutter you might make a bit.”
Philip had been waiting anxiously for such an opportunity, but now that it came he hesitated. He was desperately afraid of losing money. He had little of the gambler’s spirit.
“I’d love to, but I don’t know if I dare risk it. How much could I lose if things went wrong?”
“I shouldn’t have spoken of it, only you seemed so keen about it,” Macalister answered coldly.
Philip felt that Macalister looked upon him as rather a donkey.
“I’m awfully keen on making a bit,” he laughed.
“You can’t make money unless you’re prepared to risk money.”
Macalister began to talk of other things and Philip, while he was answering him, kept thinking that if the venture turned out well the stockbroker would be very facetious at his expense next time they met. Macalister had a sarcastic tongue.
“I think I will have a flutter if you don’t mind,” said Philip anxiously.
“All right. I’ll buy you two hundred and fifty shares and if I see a half-crown rise I’ll sell them at once.”