Wingrave glanced up as they entered. He motioned Nesbitt to a chair by his side, but the young man remained standing.
"My secretary tells me," Wingrave said curtly, "that you cannot pay me what you owe.""It's more than I possess in the world, sir," Nesbitt answered.
"It is not a large amount," Wingrave said. "I do not see how you can carry on business unless you can command such a sum as this."Nesbitt moistened his dry lips with his tongue.
"I have only been doing a very small business, sir," he answered, "but quite enough to make a living. I don't speculate as a rule. Hardwells seemed perfectly safe, or I wouldn't have touched them. I sold at four. They are not worth one. I could have bought thousands last week for two dollars.""That is beside the question," Wingrave answered. "If you do not pay this, you have cheated me out of my profits for I should have placed the commission with brokers who could. Why did you wish to see me again?""I thought that you might give me time," Nesbitt answered, raising his head and looking Wingrave straight in the face. "It seems rather a low down thing to come begging. I'd rather cut my right hand off than do it for myself, but I've--someone else to think about, and if I'm hammered, I'm done for. Give me a chance, Mr. Wingrave! I'll pay you in time.""What do you ask for?" Wingrave said.
"I thought that you might give me time," Nesbitt said, "and I'll pay you the rest off with the whole of my profits every year.""A most absurd proposal," Wingrave said coolly. "I will instruct my brokers to take twenty thousand dollars down, and wait one week for the balance. That is the best offer I can make you. Good day!"The young man stood as though he were stunned.
"I--I can't find it," he faltered. "I can't indeed.""Your resources are not my affair," Wingrave said. "I shall instruct my broker to do as I have said. If the money is not forthcoming, you know the alternative.""You mean to ruin me, then?" Nesbitt said slowly.
"I mean to exact the payment of what is due to me," Wingrave said curtly. "If you cannot pay, it seems to me that I am the person to be pitied--not you.
Show Mr. Nesbitt out, Aynesworth."
Nesbitt turned towards the door. He was very pale, but he walked steadily. He did not speak another word to Wingrave.
"I'm beastly sorry," Aynesworth said to him on the stairs. "I wish I could help you!""Thank you," Nesbitt answered. "No one can help me. I'm through."Aynesworth returned to the sitting room. Wingrave had lit a cigarette and watched him as he arranged some papers.
"Quite a comedy, isn't it?" he remarked grimly.
"It doesn't present itself in that light to me," Aynesworth answered.
Wingrave blew the smoke away from in front of his face. "Ah!" he said, "Iforgot that you were a sentimentalist. I look upon these things from my own point of view. From yours, I suppose I must seem a very disagreeable person. Iadmit frankly that the sufferings of other people do not affect me in the slightest.""I am sorry for you," Aynesworth said shortly. "If there is going to be much of this sort of thing, though, I must ask you to relieve me of my post. Ican't stand it."
"Whenever you like, my dear fellow," Wingrave answered. "I think that you would be very foolish to leave me, though. I must be a most interesting study.""You are--what the devil made you!" Aynesworth muttered.
Wingrave laid down his cigarette.
"I am what my fellows have made me," he said slowly. "I tasted hell for a good many years. It has left me, I suppose, with a depraved taste. Ring up my brokers, Aynesworth! I want to speak to Malcolmson. He had better come round here."The day dragged on. Aynesworth hated it all, and was weary long before it was half over. Everyone who came was angry, and a good many came whom Wingrave refused to see. Just before five o'clock, young Nesbitt entered the room unannounced. Aynesworth started towards him with a little exclamation. The young man's evident excitement terrified him, and he feared a tragedy.
Malcolmson, too, half rose to his feet. Wingrave alone remained unmoved.
Nesbitt walked straight up to the table at which Malcolmson and Wingrave were sitting. He halted in front of the latter.
"Mr. Wingrave," he said, "you will give me my receipt for those shares for fifty-seven thousand six hundred dollars."Wingrave turned to a paper by his side, and ran his forefinger down the list of names.
"Mr. Nesbitt," he said. "Yes! sixty thousand dollars."The young man laid a slip of paper upon the table.
"That is a certified check for the amount," he said. "Mr. Malcolmson, please give me my receipt""Ah!" Mr. Wingrave remarked. "I thought that you would find the money."Nesbitt bit his lip, but he said nothing till he had the receipt and had fastened it up in his pocket. Then he turned suddenly round upon Wingrave.
