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"Gorman," I said, "did it ever occur to you that Mrs. Ascher's soul is like a begonia?" "Bother Mrs. Ascher's soul!" said Gorman. "I'm not thinking about it. The circus is a show you might take a nun to. Nobody could possibly object to it. The reason I headed her off was because I wanted to talk business to Ascher, very particular business and rather important.
Briggs' shoulders and she wanted Tim Gorman to sit beside her. Double disappointments of this kind often bring on the most violent headaches. The supper party was a failure. The Galleotti men would talk freely only to Tim Gorman and relapsed into gaping silence when Ascher spoke to them. Mrs.
He knows a good deal about both of them, far more, by his own confession, than he knows about religion. Ascher was very generous to me in the matter of letters of introduction. A large bundle of them arrived at my hotel two days after I paid my visit to his office. There must have been fifty or sixty of them altogether.
There's a man I have my eye on out in Detroit, a fellow with millions, and an Irishman. I mean to get a good subscription out of him. That's why I'm on this ship." "Curious," I said. "I'm after money too. I have some investments in Canadian railway shares nothing much, just a few thousands, but a good deal to me. I'm a little uneasy " I looked at Ascher.
I suppose it can be spelled, but the letters must be given values quite new to me. The alphabet I am accustomed to is incapable of representing that man's name. "I daresay you know him," said Mrs. Ascher. I strongly suspected that she was trying to entrap me. I have never been quite sure of Mrs. Ascher since the day she discovered that I was talking nonsense about the statuette of Psyche.
I hastened to redeem my character. "Psyche," I said, "the soul." I was right so far. Psyche is the Greek for the soul. I ventured further. "The human soul, the artistic soul." Mrs. Ascher appeared to be absolutely hanging on my words. I plunged on. "Aspiring," I said, "reaching after the unattainable."
We had one wine, a very delicately flavoured white Italian wine, perhaps from Capri, the juice of some rare crops of grapes in that sunny island. "We found ourselves in a little difficulty," said Ascher, "when you fixed on to-night for your visit to us." "I hope," I said, "that I haven't lit on an inconvenient evening. Had you any other engagement?"
Ascher, "and this time you are sincere." She looked at me quite gravely as she spoke. Then a smile slowly broadened her mouth. "That's not the way you spoke of poor Psyche's aspiration," she said, "you were laughing at me then." A cold sweat broke out on my forehead.
When a man fell ill and became too weak to perform an exacting task to which he had been deputed by the tyrant, Dr. Ascher did not fail to intervene. He could not be deceived as to the true state of a sick man's health and his physical incapacity. Thereupon he would issue what was described as a "pass," which excused the man completely from the heavy work in hand in favour of some lighter duty.
Mildmay turned to Ascher and bowed again. "It's a wonderful invention," he said. "I see no reason why it should not be a commercial success." "Perhaps, Mr. Mildmay," said Ascher, "you will study the subject further and submit a report to us in writing." Mr. Mildmay left the room. I had no doubt that he would report enthusiastically on the new cash register.
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