My father is closeted with them for hours every day--that big scheme of his seems to be coming off satisfactorily.

It's a railway to some place in Africa, and all these fellows--the Griffenbergs, and Beltons, that fat German baron, Wirsch, and the rest of them, are in it.

Heaven knows why my father wants to worry about it for.

I heard one of them say that he calculated to make a million and a half out of it.

As if he weren't rich enough!" "A million and a half," she said.