Мартин Иден

Chapter 33

           WhatIwantistobepaidforwhatIdo. AndItellyou,rightnow,theChristmasTranscontinentaldon’tgotopresstillIhavethemoneyinmyhand. Goodday. Whenyougetthemoney,comeandseeme." 

           Thedoorjerkedopen,andthemanflungpastMartin,withanangrycountenanceandwentdownthecorridor,mutteringcursesandclenchinghisfists. Martindecidednottoenterimmediately,andlingeredinthehallwaysforaquarterofanhour. Thenheshovedthedooropenandwalkedin. Itwasanewexperience,thefirsttimehehadbeeninsideaneditorialoffice. Cardsevidentlywerenotnecessaryinthatoffice,fortheboycarriedwordtoaninnerroomthattherewasamanwhowantedtoseeMr.Ford. Returning,theboybeckonedhimfromhalfwayacrosstheroomandledhimtotheprivateoffice,theeditorialsanctum. Martin’sfirstimpressionwasofthedisorderandclutteredconfusionoftheroom. Nexthenoticedabewhiskered,youthful-lookingman,sittingataroll-topdesk,whoregardedhimcuriously. Martinmarvelledatthecalmreposeofhisface. Itwasevidentthatthesquabblewiththeprinterhadnotaffectedhisequanimity. 

           "IIamMartinEden,"Martinbegantheconversation. ("AndIwantmyfivedollars,"waswhathewouldhavelikedtosay.) 

           Butthiswashisfirsteditor,andunderthecircumstanceshedidnotdesiretoscarehimtooabruptly. Tohissurprise,Mr.Fordleapedintotheairwitha"Youdon’tsayso!"andthenextmoment,withbothhands,wasshakingMartin’shandeffusively. "Can’tsayhowgladIamtoseeyou,Mr.Eden. Oftenwonderedwhatyouwerelike." 

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