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Updated: July 12, 2025
"I like San Francisco," said Trina, looking across the bay to where the city piled itself upon its hills. "So do I," answered McTeague. "Do you like it better than living over here?" "Oh, sure, I wish we lived in the city. If you want to go across for anything it takes up the whole day." "Yes, yes, the whole day almost." "Do you know many people in the city? Do you know anybody named Oelbermann?
At such moments she would see in her imagination her wonderful five thousand dollars piled in columns, shining and gleaming somewhere at the bottom of Uncle Oelbermann's vault. She would look at the paper that Uncle Oelbermann had given her, and tell herself that it represented five thousand dollars. But in the end this ceased to satisfy her, she must have the money itself.
A little pock-marked gentleman in glasses, no doubt the famous Uncle Oelbermann; Miss Baker, in her black grenadine, false curls, and coral brooch; Marcus Schouler, his arms folded, his brows bent, grand and gloomy; Heise the harness-maker, in yellow gloves, intently studying the pattern of the matting; and Owgooste, in his Fauntleroy "costume," stupefied and a little frightened, rolling his eyes from face to face.
She must have her four hundred dollars back again, there in her trunk, in her bag and her match-box, where she could touch it and see it whenever she desired. At length she could stand it no longer, and one day presented herself before Uncle Oelbermann as he sat in his office in the wholesale toy store, and told him she wanted to have four hundred dollars of her money.
Next day he went to Uncle Oelbermann's store and asked news of Trina. Trina had not told Uncle Oelbermann of McTeague's brutalities, giving him other reasons to explain the loss of her fingers; neither had she told him of her husband's robbery.
"There ain't ever going to be any 'until. We've got the INTEREST of that five thousand and we've got what Uncle Oelbermann gives me, a little over thirty dollars a month, and that's all we've got. You'll have to find something else to do." "What will I find to do?" What, indeed? McTeague was over thirty now, sluggish and slow-witted at best. What new trade could he learn at this age?
I'll not be ANYBODY'S best man, I won't." The wedding was to be very quiet; Trina preferred it that way. McTeague would invite only Miss Baker and Heise the harness-maker. The Sieppes sent cards to Selina, who was counted on to furnish the music; to Marcus, of course; and to Uncle Oelbermann. At last the great day, the first of June, arrived.
We're not going to touch a penny of my five thousand nor a penny of that little money I managed to save that seventy-five." "That TWO hundred, you mean." "That SEVENTY-FIVE. We're just going to live on the interest of that and on what I earn from Uncle Oelbermann on just that thirty-one or two dollars." "Huh! Think I'm going to do that, an' live in such a room as this?"
"You make me sick, you and your money. Why, you're a miser. I never saw anything like it. When I was practising, I never thought of my fees as my own; we lumped everything in together." "Exactly; and I'M doing the working now. I'm working for Uncle Oelbermann, and you're not lumping in ANYTHING now. I'm doing it all. Do you know what I'm doing, McTeague? I'm supporting you."
Trina kissed her father and mother, crying a little herself as she saw the tears in Mrs. Sieppe's eyes. Marcus came forward a second time, and, with an air of great gravity, kissed his cousin upon the forehead. Heise was introduced to Trina and Uncle Oelbermann to the dentist.
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