It was a full hour later when he left her lying upon a couch in her own room, still lamenting intermittently, though he assured her with heat that the "fuss" she was making irked him far more than his physical loss.

He permitted her to think that he meant to return directly to his office, but when he came out to the open air he told the chauffeur in attendance to await him in front of Mr.Vertrees's house, whither he himself proceeded on foot.
Mr.Vertrees had taken the sale of half of his worthless stock as manna in the wilderness; it came from heaven--by what agency he did not particularly question.

The broker informed him that "parties were interested in getting hold of the stock," and that later there might be a possible increase in the value of the large amount retained by his client.

It might go "quite a ways up" within a year or so, he said, and he advised "sitting tight" with it.

Mr.Vertrees went home and prayed.
He rose from his knees feeling that he was surely coming into his own again.