At any rate, I was holding my own.
"Herr Paul," she said, raising her black eyes to mine, "have you ever
looked about you for a way to make money more quickly?"
"I have thought of it often," I admitted, "but I have not succeeded. One
cannot do as these foolish English do--back horses in races they never
see. Stocks and shares I do not understand. I can only work; and my
uncle, though he promises much, pays little."
She nodded her head.
"And all this time," she murmured, "the poor little girl waits!"
"What can one do?" I murmured dejectedly. She motioned me to draw a
little nearer to her. "Herr Paul," she said, "I think that I could show
you a way to make money, a large sum of money quickly, if you had
courage!"
"Ah!"
I drew a little closer to her. She nodded again several times.
"You are not a fool, Herr Paul!" she remarked.
"I am not very clever," I answered sorrowfully; "but I do not think that
I am a fool!"
"You are a member of the No. 1 Branch of the Waiters' Union," she said
slowly.
"There is no money in that," I answered.
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