'
'If anything can console him under such heart-breaking circumstances,'
murmured Tigg, with his eyes shut up as before.
'Exactly,' returned Jonas; 'if anything can. Now, supposing I did it
here, I should do it cheap, I know, and easy, without bothering her
about it; which I'd much rather not do, for it's just in a woman's way
to take it into her head, if you talk to her about such things, that
she's going to die directly.'
'So it is,' cried Tigg, kissing his hand in honour of the sex. 'You're
quite right. Sweet, silly, fluttering little simpletons!'
'Well,' said Jonas, 'on that account, you know, and because offence
has been given me in other quarters, I wouldn't mind patronizing this
Company. But I want to know what sort of security there is for the
Company's going on. That's the--'
'Not the truth?' cried Tigg, holding up his jewelled hand. 'Don't use
that Sunday School expression, please!'
'The long and the short of it,' said Jonas. 'The long and the short of
it is, what's the security?'
'The paid-up capital, my dear sir,' said Tigg, referring to some papers
on the table, 'is, at this present moment--'
'Oh! I understand all about paid-up capitals, you know,' said Jonas.
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