And this Mr. Cabot, is he really your
cousin?"
Galusha nodded. "Oh, yes," he said. "He is my cousin--really he is. I
have always called him Cousin Gussie; that is," he added, "except when I
worked for him, of course. Then he didn't like to have me."
"Worked for him?"
"Yes, in his office, in the--ah--banking house, you know."
"Do you mean to say you used to work for Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot? Were
you a banker?"
Galusha shook his head. "No," he said. "Dear me, no! But once I tried to
be."
"Oh! And you gave it up?"
"_I_ was given up--as a bad job. If you don't mind," he added,
apologetically, "I'd rather not talk about that. I've gotten over it
a long while ago, or I thought I had, but for a time I--I felt very
badly--ah--ungrateful, you know."
Martha didn't know, nor did she in the least understand, but she did
not, of course, press the subject.
"Why, I can hardly believe it," she said. "That about your bein' that
Mr. Cabot's cousin, I mean. But of course I do believe it, if you say
so, Mr. Bangs. And you think he would tell me what to do with this
Development stock of mine, whether it is worth anything or not? He would
know, if anybody did, that's a fact."
Galusha nodded assent.
"He knows all about everything," he declared; "everything of that kind,
I mean. He is used to making all sorts of--ah--investments for people,
and taking care of their money, and all that sort of thing.
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