" He had become so
absorbed in his real-estate speculations that he was rarely seen at
Yampolsky's caf? these days. One evening, when he was dining
with me at the private hotel in which I lived, and we were
discussing his ventures, he said: "Do you know, my friend, I have
made more than twelve thousand dollars?"
He tried to say it in a matter-of-fact, business-like way, but his face
melted into an expression of joy before he finished the sentence.
"I tell it to you because I know that you are a real friend and that
you will be sincerely glad to hear it," he went on
"I certainly am. I'm awfully glad," I rejoined, fervently
"I expect to make more. No more chipping in by the children!
Anna shall give up her typewriting and Elsie her teaching. Yes,
things are coming my way at last."
"Still, if I were you, I should go slow. The real-estate market is an
uncertain thing, after all."
"Of course it is," he answered, mechanically
Since I bought that Brooklyn parcel and refused to go into further
real-estate operations he had never approached me with business
schemes again.
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