Those are locked up too.

And he's a gentleman, too, Jack; not once in all the years I have known him have I ever heard him mention the word money in an objectionable way, and he has plenty of it even if he does press off my coat with his own hands.
Can you recall anybody you know, my boy--even in the houses where you and I have been lately, who doesn't let the word slip out in a dozen different ways before the evening is over?
And best of all, he's sane,--one of the few men whom it is safe to let walk around loose." "And you like him ?" "Immensely." "And you never remember he is a Jew ?" This was one of the things Jack had never understood.
"Never;--that's not his fault,--rather to his credit." "Why ?" "Because the world is against both him and his race, and yet in all the years I have known him, nothing has ever soured his temper." Jack struck a match, relit his cigar and settling himself more comfortably in his chair, said in a positive tone: "Sour or sweet,--I don't like Jews,--never did." "You don't like him because you don't know him.

That's your fault, not his.

But you would like him, let me tell you, if you could hear him talk.

And now I think of it, I am determined you shall know him, and right away.