human
I can't fix it, he groaned.
gpt
I can't fix it anyhow.
human
The more I look at that growin' pile--there's enough now to build the White House over again--the more I misdoubt myself.
gpt
Where have you got it all?
human
In Government Stocks--by the help of Mr. Cassilis. No more of the unholy traffic in shares which you buy to sell again. No, sir. That means makin' the widow weep and the minister swear; an' I don't know which spectacle of those two is the more melancholy for a Christian man. All in stocks--Government Stocks, safe and easy to draw out, with the interest comin' in regular as the chant of the cuckoo-clock.
gpt
Well, can't you let it stay there?
human
No, Mr. Dunquerque, I can't. There's the voice of that blessed Inseck in the box there, night and day in my ears. And it says, plain as speech can make it, 'Do something with the money.'
gpt
You have bought a few pictures.
human
Yes, sir: I have begun the great Gilead P. Beck collection. And when that is finished, I guess there'll be no collection on this airth to show a candle to it. But that's personal vanity. That's not what the Golden Butterfly wants.
gpt
Would he like you to have a yacht? A good deal may be chucked over a yacht. That is, a good deal for what we Englishmen call a rich man.
human
When I go home again I mean to build a yacht, and sail her over here and race you people at Cowes--all the same as the America, twenty years ago. But not yet.
gpt
There are a few trifles going about which run away with money. Polo, now. If you play polo hard enough, you may knock up a pony every game. But I suppose that would not be expensive enough for you. You couldn't ride two ponies at once, I suppose, like a circus fellow.
human
Selfish luxury, Mr. Dunquerque, said Gilead, with an almost prayerful twang,
gpt
Is the Turf selfish luxury, I wonder? asked Jack.
human
A good deal of money can be got through on the Turf. Nothing, of course, compared with your pile; but still, you might make a sensible hole in it by judicious backing.