Joseph Conrad: Nostromo

PART FIRST: THE SILVER OF THE MINE
6. CHAPTER SIX (continued)

"You go ahead in your own way, and I shall know how to help you
as long as you hold your own. But you may rest assured that in a
given case we shall know how to drop you in time."

To this Charles Gould's only answer had been: "You may begin
sending out the machinery as soon as you like."

And the great man had liked this imperturbable assurance. The
secret of it was that to Charles Gould's mind these
uncompromising terms were agreeable. Like this the mine
preserved its identity, with which he had endowed it as a boy;
and it remained dependent on himself alone. It was a serious
affair, and he, too, took it grimly.

"Of course," he said to his wife, alluding to this last
conversation with the departed guest, while they walked slowly up
and down the corredor, followed by the irritated eye of the
parrot--"of course, a man of that sort can take up a thing or
drop it when he likes. He will suffer from no sense of defeat.
He may have to give in, or he may have to die to-morrow, but the
great silver and iron interests will survive, and some day will
get hold of Costaguana along with the rest of the world."

They had stopped near the cage. The parrot, catching the sound of
a word belonging to his vocabulary, was moved to interfere.
Parrots are very human.

"Viva Costaguana!" he shrieked, with intense self-assertion, and,
instantly ruffling up his feathers, assumed an air of puffed-up
somnolence behind the glittering wires.

"And do you believe that, Charley?" Mrs. Gould asked. "This seems
to me most awful materialism, and--"

"My dear, it's nothing to me," interrupted her husband, in a
reasonable tone. "I make use of what I see. What's it to me
whether his talk is the voice of destiny or simply a bit of
clap-trap eloquence? There's a good deal of eloquence of one sort
or another produced in both Americas. The air of the New World
seems favourable to the art of declamation. Have you forgotten
how dear Avellanos can hold forth for hours here--?"

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