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Waddington assented. "Have a drink?" Mr. Bunsome did not hesitate it was not his custom to refuse any offer of the sort! He sat down at their table and ordered a sherry and bitters. Mr. Waddington seemed to have expanded. He did not mention the subject of architecture. More than once Mr. Bunsome glanced with some surprise at Burton. The young man completely puzzled him.
Burton, for a moment, half closed his eyes. "I remember," he said. "Last night I didn't think he would care about it. I find I was mistaken." Mr. Bunsome looked at his watch. "I am meeting Mr. Cowper this afternoon," he said, "and Mr. Bomford.
Truth is the most glorious thing which the brain of man ever conceived, but I myself have had some experience of the strange position one occupies who has come under its absolutely compelling influence. The world as it is run to-day could never exist for a week without its leaven of lies." Mr. Bunsome looked mystified. The professor, however, inclined his head sympathetically.
We have not heard much from you this evening. What do you think?" "I agree with you entirely, professor," Mr. Bomford pronounced. "For many reasons it will be as well, I think, to render the food a little less violent in its effects." Mr. Bunsome began to chuckle to himself. An imperfectly developed sense of humor was asserting itself. "It's a funny idea!" he exclaimed.
Bunsome, are necessary to us, but I beg that you will not confound the enterprise in which you will presently find yourself engaged, with any of the hazardous, will-o'-the-wisp undertakings which spring up day by day, they tell me, in the city, and which owe their very existence and such measure of success as they may achieve, to the credulity of fools. Let me impress upon you, Mr.
My part is to get the particulars of this thing into shape, draft a prospectus, and engage Rentoul if we can raise the money. I presume Mr. Burton will have no objection to our using his photograph on the posters?" Burton shivered. "You must not think of such a thing!" he said, harshly. Mr. Bunsome was disappointed.
It depends entirely upon the advertisements. If we are able to engage Rentoul, and raise enough money to give him a free hand for the posters as well as the literary matter, why then, I tell you, this moral food will turn out to be the greatest boom of the generation." Mr. Cowper moved a little uneasily in his chair. "Yours, Mr. Bunsome," he said, "is purely the commercial point of view.
They'd only last a matter of seven months, anyway. I've got to go back sometime. Do you think I could get in with you in the company?" "We'll go and Why, there is Mr. Bunsome!" Burton exclaimed. "Mr. Bunsome!" The company promoter was just passing their table. He turned around at the sound of his name. For a moment he failed to recognize Burton.
Waddington plunged in. "Dry old stick, the professor, anyway, from what I've heard," he said. "Now don't you forget, Mr. Bunsome. I shall be round at your office at ten o'clock sharp to-morrow, and I expect to be let into the company. Three beans I've got, and remember they're worth something.
They talked about Menatogen and its possibilities, and Burton kept harking back to the subject of profits. Mr. Bunsome at last could contain his curiosity no longer. "Say," he remarked, "you had a headache or something the other night, I think? Seemed as quiet as they make 'em down at the old professor's. I tell you I shouldn't have known you again." Burton was suddenly white. Mr.
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