"Where are you going?" Catherine simply repeated.
"To New Orleans. About buying some cotton."
"I am perfectly willing to go to New Orleans." Catherine said.
"Do you suppose I would take you to a nest of yellow fever?" cried
Morris. "Do you suppose I would expose you at such a time as this?"
"If there is yellow fever, why should you go? Morris, you must not
go!"
"It is to make six thousand dollars," said Morris. "Do you grudge me
that satisfaction?"
"We have no need of six thousand dollars. You think too much about
money!"
"You can afford to say that? This is a great chance; we heard of it
last night." And he explained to her in what the chance consisted;
and told her a long story, going over more than once several of the
details, about the remarkable stroke of business which he and his
partner had planned between them.
But Catherine's imagination, for reasons best known to herself,
absolutely refused to be fired. "If you can go to New Orleans, I can
go," she said. "Why shouldn't you catch yellow fever quite as easily
as I? I am every bit as strong as you, and not in the least afraid
of any fever. When we were in Europe, we were in very unhealthy
places; my father used to make me take some pills. I never caught
anything, and I never was nervous. What will be the use of six
thousand dollars if you die of a fever? When persons are going to be
married they oughtn't to think so much about business.
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