"You're talking about the dark ages," he said, feeling the necessity of faith and stability. "Sell your stocks if you want, I choose to keep mine."
Blodgett yawned.
"We'll go down together, George. I won't jump from a sinking ship as long as you cling to the bridge."
"The ship isn't sinking," George cried. "It's too buoyant."
XI
Wandel and Goodhue came home, suffering from this universal restlessness.
"Ah, mon brave!" Wandel greeted George. "Mon vieux Georges, grand et incomparable! So the country's dry! Jewels are cheaper than beefsteaks! Congress is building spite fences! None the less, I'm glad to be home."
"Glad enough to have you," George said. "I'm not sure we won't go back to our bargain pretty soon. I'm about ready for a pet politician."
"Let me get clean," Wandel laughed. "You must have a lot of money."
"I can control enough," George said, confidently.