"Bram Stoker - Dracula" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stoker Bram)

so he said,

"I shall illustrate. Your friend and mine, Mr. Peter Hawkins,
from under the shadow of your beautiful cathedral at Exeter,
which is far from London, buys for me through your good self
my place at London. Good! Now here let me say frankly, lest you
should think it strange that I have sought the services of one so far
off from London instead of some one resident there, that my motive
was that no local interest might be served save my wish only,
and as one of London residence might, perhaps, have some purpose
of himself or friend to serve, I went thus afield to seek my agent,
whose labours should be only to my interest. Now, suppose I,
who have much of affairs, wish to ship goods, say, to Newcastle,
or Durham, or Harwich, or Dover, might it not be that it could
with more ease be done by consigning to one in these ports?"

I answered that certainly it would be most easy, but that we
solicitors had a system of agency one for the other, so that local
work could be done locally on instruction from any solicitor,
so that the client, simply placing himself in the hands of one man,
could have his wishes carried out by him without further trouble.

"But," said he, "I could be at liberty to direct myself.
Is it not so?"

"Of course, " I replied, and "Such is often done by men of business,
who do not like the whole of their affairs to be known by any one person."

"Good!" he said,and then went on to ask about the means of making consignments
and the forms to be gone through, and of all sorts of difficulties
which might arise, but by forethought could be guarded against.
I explained all these things to him to the best of my ability, and he
certainly left me under the impression that he would have made a wonderful
solicitor, for there was nothing that he did not think of or foresee.
For a man who was never in the country, and who did not evidently do
much in the way of business, his knowledge and acumen were wonderful.
When he had satisfied himself on these points of which he had spoken,
and I had verified all as well as I could by the books available,
he suddenly stood up and said, "Have you written since your first letter
to our friend Mr. Peter Hawkins, or to any other?"

It was with some bitterness in my heart that I answered that I had not,
that as yet I had not seen any opportunity of sending letters to anybody.

"Then write now, my young friend," he said, laying a heavy
hand on my shoulder, "write to our friend and to any other,
and say, if it will please you, that you shall stay with me
until a month from now."

"Do you wish me to stay so long?" I asked, for my heart grew cold