FREE BOOKS

Author's List




PREV.   NEXT  
|<   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114  
115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   >>   >|  
asked, when, in the evening domesticity of Dawes Road, Henry recounted the doings of that day so full of emotions. 'Not I!' Henry replied. 'Not a word!' 'You did quite right, my dear!' said Aunt Annie. 'A pretty thing, that you can't go out for a few minutes!' 'Yes, isn't it?' said Henry. 'Whatever will Sir George do without you, though?' his mother wondered. And later, after he had displayed for her inspection the cheque for a thousand and eighty pounds, the old lady cried, with moist eyes: 'My darling, your poor father might well insist on having you called Shakspere! And to think that I didn't want it! To think that I didn't want it!' 'Mark my words!' said Aunt Annie. 'Sir George will ask you to stay on.' And Aunt Annie was not deceived. 'I hope you've come to your senses,' the lawyer began early the next morning, not unkindly, but rather with an intention obviously pacific. 'Literature, or whatever you call it, may be all very well, but you won't get another place like this in a hurry. There's many an admitted solicitor earns less than you, young man.' 'Thanks very much, Sir George,' Henry answered. 'But I think, on the whole, I had better leave.' 'As you wish,' said Sir George, hurt. 'Still,' Henry proceeded, 'I hope our relations will remain pleasant. I hope I may continue to employ you.' 'Continue to employ me?' Sir George gasped. 'Yes,' said Henry. 'I got you to invest some moneys for me some time ago. I have another thousand now that I want a sound security for.' It was one of those rare flashes of his--rare, but blindingly brilliant. CHAPTER XX PRESS AND PUBLIC At length arrived the eve of the consummation of Mr. Onions Winter's mercantile labours. Forty thousand copies of _A Question of Cubits_ (No. 8 of the Satin Library) had been printed, and already, twenty-four hours before they were to shine in booksellers' shops and on the counters of libraries, every copy had been sold to the trade and a second edition was in the press. Thus, it was certain that one immortal soul per thousand of the entire British race would read Henry's story. In literature, when nine hundred and ninety-nine souls ignore you, but the thousandth buys your work, or at least borrows it--that is called enormous popularity. Henry retired to bed in Dawes Road that night sure of his enormous popularity. But he did not dream of the devoted army of forty thousand admirers. He dreamt of the revi
PREV.   NEXT  
|<   90   91   92   93   94   95   96   97   98   99   100   101   102   103   104   105   106   107   108   109   110   111   112   113   114  
115   116   117   118   119   120   121   122   123   124   125   126   127   128   129   130   131   132   133   134   135   136   137   138   139   >>   >|  



Top keywords:

thousand

 

George

 

called

 

employ

 

enormous

 

popularity

 

Winter

 
Onions
 

consummation

 

Question


Library

 

Cubits

 

labours

 

copies

 

mercantile

 

security

 
gasped
 

Continue

 

invest

 

moneys


flashes

 

PUBLIC

 

length

 

arrived

 

printed

 

blindingly

 
brilliant
 

CHAPTER

 

devoted

 

entire


British

 

literature

 

hundred

 

borrows

 

thousandth

 

retired

 

ninety

 

ignore

 
immortal
 

admirers


booksellers
 
dreamt
 

twenty

 
counters
 

edition

 
libraries
 

continue

 

cheque

 

inspection

 

eighty