"Well," said his master, "I suppose she collected the cobwebs and sold
them to a wine-merchant: they would be invaluable."
Waters said nothing, but resolved to have a word with the young woman
when he went down.
The morning was fine; in any case, Brand could not have borne the
distress of waiting in all day, on the chance of her reply coming. He
had to be moving. He walked up to Lisle Street, and saw Reitzei, on the
pretext of talking about Kirski.
"Lind will be back in a week," said the pallid-faced smart young man.
"He writes with great satisfaction, which always means something in his
case. I should not wonder if he and his daughter went to live in the
States."
"Oh, indeed," said Brand, coldly; but the words made his heart tremble.
"Yes. And if you would only go through the remaining degrees, you might
take his place--who knows?"
"Who knows, indeed?" said Brand. "But I don't covet the honor."
There was something in his tone which made the other look up.
"I mean the responsibility," he said, quickly.
"You see," observed Reitzei, leaning back in his chair, "one must admit
you are having rather hard lines.
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