Their depositors are ruined." "Yes, I know," said Lucy, brushing a fallen leaf from her gown.

"But they had no control over my affairs.

I withdrew them from their management in February." George started up.

"Then you--you are a great heiress still ?" "No." She rose, holding out her hands, laughing.

"My husband, I believe, is a rich man, and I shall have what he gives me." But he did not hear her.