“You must have made up your mind what you want. You've had time enough.”
“H-have made up my mind,” said Jethro.
“Make your demand,” said Mr. Worthington, “and I'll give you my answer.”
“B-biggest price you can pay,” said Jethro, again.
Mr. Worthington's nerves could stand it no longer.
“Look here,” he cried, rising in his chair, “if you've brought me here to trifle with me, you've made a mistake. It's your business to get control of things that belong to other people, and sell them out. I am here to buy. Nothing but necessity brings me here, and nothing but necessity will keep me here a moment longer than I have to stay to finish this abominable affair. I am ready to pay you twenty thousand dollars the day that bill becomes a law.”
This time Jethro did not look at him.
“P-pay me now,” he said.
“I will pay you the day the bill becomes a law. Then I shall know where I stand.”
Jethro did not answer this ultimatum in any manner, but remained perfectly still looking out of the window. Mr. Worthington glanced at him, twice, and got his fingers on the brim of his hat, but he did not pick it up. He stood so for a while, knowing full well that if he went out of that room his chance was gone. Consolidation might come in other years, but he, Isaac Worthington, would not be a factor in it.