Despite the prodigality of his nature, he had poise.

He watched the lavish waste of the mushroom millionaires, and failed quite to understand it.

According to his nature and outlook, it was all very well to toss an ante away in a night's frolic.

That was what he had done the night of the poker-game in Circle City when he lost fifty thousand--all that he possessed.

But he had looked on that fifty thousand as a mere ante.