Bullsom!" he declared. "Some more of your
silly old directors, I suppose," said Selina, discontentedly. "What a
nuisance they are."
Mr. Bullsom frowned.
"My silly old directors, as you call 'em," he answered, "may not be
exactly up to your idea of refinement, but I wouldn't call 'em names if
I were you. They've made me one of the richest men in Medchester."
"A lot we get out of it," Louise grunted, discontentedly.
"You get as much as you deserve," Mr. Bullsom retorted. "Besides,
you're so plaguing impatient. You don't hear your mother talk like
that."
Selina whispered something under her breath which Mr. Bullsom, if he
heard, chose to ignore.
"I've explained to you all before," he continued, "that up to the end of
last year we've been holding the entire property--over a million pounds'
worth, between five of us. Our time's come now. Now, look here--I'll
listen to what you've got to say--all of you. Supposing I've made up my
mind to launch out. How do you want to do it? You first, mother."
Mrs. Bullsom looked worried.
"My dear Peter," she said, "I think we're very comfortable as we are.
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