Devon, but he says he
wouldn't dare to take the risk."
"No, I presume not," said Montague.
"It's a shame," said Oliver. "I thought Mrs. Billy Alden would ask
her to Newport this summer, but now I don't believe she'll have a
thing to do with her. Lucy will find she knows nobody except Stanley
Ryder and his crowd. She has simply thrown herself away."
Montague shrugged his shoulders. "That's Lucy's way," he said.
"I suppose she'll have a good time," added the other. "Ryder is
generous, at any rate."
"I hope so," said Montague.
"They say he's making barrels of money," said Oliver; then he added,
longingly, "My God, I wish I had a trust company to play with!"
"Why a trust company particularly?" asked the other.
"It's the easiest graft that's going," said Oliver. "It's some dodge
or other by which they evade the banking laws, and the money comes
rolling in in floods. You've noticed their advertisements, I
suppose?"
"I have noticed them," said Montague.
"He is adding something over a million a month, I hear."
"It sounds very attractive," said the other; and added, drily, "I
suppose Ryder feels as if he owned it all.
Pages:
107
108
109
110
111
112
113
114
115
116
117
118
119
120
121
122
123
124
125
126
127
128
129
130
131