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"That," said Ascher, "is not quite what my wife means. The gifts which a city or a country give to the world must be of a more permanent kind if they are to be of real value. Ships, linen, tobacco, we use them, and in using we destroy them. They have their value, but it is not a permanent value. Ultimately a city will be judged not by its perishable products, but by " "Art," said Mrs. Ascher.
Ascher owes some kind of loyalty to a thing like that. It's a frightfully complicated question; but on the whole I think he is right." Gorman was not listening to me. He had ceased, for the time, to be interested in Ascher's decision. I tried to regain his attention. "Ascher says," I said, "that there is such a thing as the honour of a banker, of a financier."
"That's it. And, do you know, he's getting at it. He showed me some perfectly astonishing results the other day. If he pulls it off " "You won't let Ascher get hold of it this time," I said. Gorman frowned. "I wouldn't let Ascher touch it if I could help it, but what the devil can I do? We shall want capital and I suppose Ascher is no worse than the rest of them."
"Well," I said, "what did he tell you?" "He said it was all right and that I needn't bother about what Protestants said was blasphemy. They don't know. At least Father Bourke seemed to think they couldn't know." "You go by what Father Bourke says and you'll be safe." I should particularly like to hear Father Bourke and Mrs. Ascher arguing out the subject of blasphemy together.
Not another Ghetto in all Bohemia could show a handsomer and happier couple than Ascher and his wife. "Wild" Ascher was one of those intrepid, venturesome spirits, to whom no obstacle is so great that it cannot be surmounted. And the success which crowned his long, persistent wooing was often cited as striking testimony to his indomitable will.
It is to be used simply as a threat to make other people pay what I should call blackmail." "That must not be," said Mrs. Ascher. Her voice was pitched a couple of tones higher than usual. I might almost say she shrieked. "It must not be," she repeated, "must not. It is a crime, a vile act, the murder of a soul." Cash registers have not got souls. I am as sure of that as I am of anything.
Ascher says things like that," he said, "and I don't know what she means. I am not an artist. I never learned to draw, even; at least not pictures. I can do geometrical drawing, of course, and make plans of machines; but that's not being an artist. I can't paint. Why does she say I am an artist?" "That," I said, "is one of her little mannerisms. You will have to put up with it."
King Arthur could never have talked as he did to Guinevere Tennyson is my authority for the things he said if he had not had in him the soul of an earnest member of a. league for the sympathetic study of social problems. Ascher is as chivalrous as any member of King Arthur's fellowship, and humour, if he ever had the sense of it, is dead in him.
I said that the world ought to get the benefit of this invention." Ascher nodded. "I see that," I went on. "I understand that way of looking at it. But surely that's altruism, not business. Business men don't risk their money with the general idea of benefiting humanity. That isn't the way things are done." "I agree," said Ascher.
It went on for some time picking out large letters from a pile in front of it and arranging them so as to spell out "yes" or "no" in answer to questions asked by a man with a long whip in his hand. The animal used one of its front hoofs in arranging the letters, and looked singularly undignified. Ascher sat quite still with an air of grave politeness.
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