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'Filters?'
Joseph explained. In the capacity of 'commission agent'--
denomination which includes and apologises for such a vast variety
of casual pursuits--he had of late been helping to make known to
the public a new filter, which promised to be a commercial success.
The owner of the patent lacked capital, and a judicious investment
might secure a share in the business; Joseph thought of broaching
the subject with him next day.
'You won't make a fool of yourself?' remarked Scawthorne.
'Trust me; I think I know my way about.'
For the present these gentlemen had nothing more to say to each
other; they emptied their glasses with deliberation, exchanged a
look which might mean either much or nothing, and so went their
several ways.
The filter project was put into execution. When Joseph had
communicated it in detail to his father, the latter took the
professional advice of his friend Mr. Percival, and in the course of
a few weeks Joseph found himself regularly established in a business
which had the--for him--novel characteristic of serving the
purposes of purity. The manufactory was situated in a by-street on
the north of Euston Road: a small concern, but at all events a
genuine one.
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