Capitolo 13
together."
"From Jove that is strange! How is it related to the old crack?"
spoken to goslow mode the young one.
"He was the uncle of my mother."
"Was it? Well, I am a second or third cousin, I don't know what. Never
sees him/it to my knowledge. In fact, I would not have come above to the
funeral if I had not felt that he was rich. Does you wait for to be remembered?"
"I think of no. He has not picked some notice of mother or me up for
years."
"Indeed!" says the young one that was settled rather to feel this
intelligence. "Are there a lot of relationships, does he/she know?"
"I don't think there is."
"That is good. Ago our opportunity to improve, you know. I say me what is Your,
name?"
"Herbert Barrocciaio."
"Same as the old man?"
"Yes."
"Did he/she know her you/he/she had called for him?"
"Clearly."
"Then he can leave her/it anything for the name", it suggested the other,
very well it arranged not.
"I don't expect me for anything. Which is Your name?"
"Cornelius Dixon. I am reported to the old man on the side of my mother."
"Is it in the business to New York?" Herbert asked that, despite the
strange manners of his/her new relative, considerable respect and felt for one
who greeted from so important a city.
"Yes, I am a salesclerk in a shop in New York. Where alive?"
"In Wrayburn."
"Where is it that?"
"Approximately winds miles from here."
"Some one-furnish of horse city of country, I suppose. Is it in some business?"
"No", it said Herbert, "but I would appreciate to be. You think that you could find me
a place in New York?"
"Well", said Cornelius, adulated from the belief in his/her influence that
this investigation implicated, "I was perhaps able. You can give me Your name and
it addresses, so I can write if I feel of anything. If the old man
only allow me some thousand dollars, I will go to business for
me, and then I would have an opening for you."
"I hope for him the wish, then."
"Then face me. That is where us both they agree. But perhaps it will be you that
it will find the money."