Part 1 (2/2)
”No, Patricia, there is no one to whom I could apply without betraying my condition and situation, and that would be fatal. Such a course would be equivalent to going broke; for when once a man loses his credit, even for an instant, in Wall Street, it is lost forever, never to be regained. People will tell you that there are exceptions to this, but I have been fifty years among the bulls and bears, and wolves, too, and I know better. When a man who occupies the position that I have held, and hold now, goes to the wall, it is the end.”
During this statement, she had walked to one of the windows and stood silently looking out, for she wished to ask a question which her own intuition had already answered. She knew what the answer would be, but she did not quite know what form it would take. She felt that sort of misgiving which belongs only to women, and she feared that there was something beyond and behind, and perhaps beneath, all this present circ.u.mstance, which was being kept from her. For Patricia Langdon did know of one man who would go to her father's a.s.sistance, and she could not understand why he had not already applied to that person.
Presently, she returned to the table.
”Patricia,” said her father, with some impatience, ”I wish to the Lord you'd sit down. You make me nervous keeping on your feet all the while, and with those big eyes of yours fixed on your old dad's face as if they had discovered something new and strange in the lines of it.”
She paid no heed to this remark--one would have supposed she did not hear it; but she asked:
”Will you tell me why you sent for me? and why you wished to consult with me?”
Again, the cigar was whipped sharply to the opposite corner of the old banker's mouth; and he replied quickly, almost savagely:
”Because I have thought of a way by which you can help me out.”
His daughter caught her breath; it was a little gasp, barely audible; but she uttered only one word in reply. It was:
”How?”
For an instant, the banker hesitated at this abrupt question; then, with a suggestion of doggedness in his manner, he thrust forward his aggressive chin and shut his teeth so tightly together that the cigar, bitten squarely off, dropped unheeded upon the rug where he stood. By way of reply, he spoke a man's name.
”Roderick Duncan,” he said, sharply.
Patricia did not seem to heed the strangeness of her father's reply, nor did she alter the expression of her eyes or features. She seemed to have antic.i.p.ated what he would say. After a moment, she remarked quietly:
”I should think it very likely that Roderick would a.s.sist you in your extremity. I see no reason why he should not do so. His father was your partner in business. Indeed, I should regard it as his duty to come to your aid, in an extremity like this. But why, if I may venture to ask, was it necessary to consult me in regard to any application you might make to him?”
The old man did not reply; he remained silent, and continued doggedly to stare at his daughter. Presently, she asked him: ”Have you already made such a request of Mr. Duncan?”
A smile took the place of the old man's frown; his face softened.
”No; that is to say, not exactly so,” he replied.
”You have, perhaps, suggested the idea to him?”
Old Steve shrugged his shoulders, and dropped back into the chair, kicking away the half of the cigar in front of him as he did so.
”Yes,” he said, ”I have suggested the idea to him, and he met the suggestion more than half way, too. The reply he made to me is what brings your name into the question. If it were not for the fact that I know you to be fond of him, and that you are already half-promised--”
”Is that why you have sent for me?” She interrupted him with quiet dignity, although the expression of her eyes was suddenly stormy.
”Yes; it is.”
”Would you please be more explicit? I am afraid that I do not clearly understand.”
”Well, Pat, to put it in plain words, Roderick's answer implied that he would be only too delighted to advance the sum I require--twenty-million dollars--to his prospective father-in-law!”
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