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                                  "Why, you really know me, old fellow."
                                  "Well,  well,  well,  this  is  a  surprise.  Once  or  twice  I've  seen
                            your name connected with the "vest-pocket million-pounder", but it
                            never occured to me that you should be that Henry Adams referred to.
                            Why, it isn't six months since you were clerking in San Francisco on
                            a salary, and sitting up nights to earn some extra money, helping me
                            arrange  and  verify  papers  and  statistics.  The  idea  of  your  being  in
                            London, and a millionaire, and a colossal celebrity: I can't realize it!"
                                  "The fact is, Lloyd, I can't realize it myself".
                                  "Why, it's just three months today since we went to the Miners'
                            restaurant —"
                                  "No, the ‘Good Cheer’".
                                  "Right, it was ‘Good Cheer’; went there at two in the morning,
                            and  had  a  chop  and  coffee  after  a  hard  six  hours'  overtime  at  the
                            office.  I  tried  to  persuade  you  to  come  to  London  with  me,  and
                            offered  to pay all  your expenses, and give  you something  over  if  I
                            succeded in making the sale. And you didn't want to listen to me. You
                            said I wouldn’t succeed, and you couldn't afford to lose your job. And
                            yet here you are. How odd it all is! How did you happen to come, and
                            what did give you this unbelievable start?"
                                  "Oh, just an accident. It's a long story. I'll tell you about it, but
                            not now".
                                  "When?"
                                  "The end of the month".
                                  "That's more than a fortninght yet. Make it a week".
                                  "I can't. But how's business?"
                                  His cheerfulness disappeared like a breath, and he said with a
                            sighs.
                                  "You were right, Henry. I wish I hadn't come. I don't want to
                            talk about it."
                                  "But you must. You must come and stop with me tonight, when
                            we leave here, and tell me all about it".
                                  "Oh, may I? Are you in earnest?" and tears showed in his eyes.
                                  "Yes; I want to hear the whole story, every word".
                                  "I am so grateful I Just to find a human interest once more in
                            me and affairs of mine, after what I've been through here!"
                                  That evening I told Miss Langham — I did indeed — told her I
                            loved her; and she — well, she blushed till her hair turned red, but
                            she liked it, she said she did. Oh, there was never such an evening!
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