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Updated: June 11, 2025
So the reader must be contented to know that there was a magnificent reception-room, and in this reception-room a piano, whose chords were permeating the mansion's warm atmosphere when the opulent Kolderup walked in. "Good!" he said. "She and he are there! A word to my cashier, and then we can have a little chat."
And, in fact, thinking it the correct thing to execute an "assemblée," he first moved one foot and then the other, by a sort of semi-circular side slide, and then with a light and graceful bend of the knee, he bowed to William W. Kolderup. "I thought," continued the latter, "that you might feel a little regret at separating from your pupil?"
"The regret will be extreme," answered Tartlet, "but should it be necessary " "It is not necessary," answered William W. Kolderup, knitting his bushy eyebrows. "Ah!" replied Tartlet.
The lady raised her two hands, held them suspended for an instant above the keys as if they were about to grasp another chord, and then with a half-turn on her music-stool she remained for a moment looking at the too tranquil Godfrey, whose eyes did their best to avoid hers. Phina Hollaney was the goddaughter of William W. Kolderup.
In this way he questioned him without having to speak, and Godfrey was able to reply without having occasion to utter a syllable. And the lamentations of the "Départ du Fiancé" continued their sorrowful theme, and then William W. Kolderup, having made the turn of the room, returned to Godfrey, who stood like a criminal before the judge. Then raising his voice, "You are serious," he asked.
"Yes! me!" "And how did you discover Phina Island?" "Phina Island!" answered William W. Kolderup. "You should say Spencer Island! Well, it wasn't very difficult. I bought it six months ago!" "Spencer Island!" "And you gave my name to it, you dear Godfrey!" said the young lady.
"Going at twelve hundred thousand dollars!" repeated Gingrass the crier. "You could safely bid more than that," said Oakhurst, the bar-keeper; "William Kolderup will never give in." "He knows no one will chance it," answered the grocer from Merchant Street. Repeated cries of "Hush!" told the two worthy tradesmen to be quiet. All wished to hear. All hearts palpitated.
"Two millions!" quoth William W. Kolderup, and so quickly that this time he evidently had not taken the trouble to think. His face was a little pale when these last words escaped his lips, but his whole attitude was that of a man who did not intend to give in. J. R. Taskinar was simply on fire.
It had cost him a good deal, no doubt, to do so; but he had succeeded in infesting the property of his rival, as the English did Martinique, if we are to believe the legend, before it was handed over to France. There was thus no more to explain of the remarkable occurrences on Phina Island. "Well done!" exclaimed William W. Kolderup. "I could not have done better myself!"
"Three millions, five hundred thousand!" "Four millions," was the answer of William W. Kolderup. It was the last blow of the bludgeon. J. R. Taskinar succumbed. The hammer gave a hard rap on the marble table and Spencer Island fell for four millions of dollars to William W. Kolderup, of San Francisco.
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