You never saw anything like the interest she took in that speculation--you'd have thought to hear her that she was setting out to bring what the preachers call the social millennium." "She never mentioned it to me," said Stephen, with interest.

"How did it turn out ?" Darrow threw back his great head with a laugh.

"I don't reckon she did mention it, bless her! It don't bear mentioning even now.

Why, when she went back last fall to see those houses, she found that the tenants had all moved into dirty little places in the alley, and were letting out the apartments, at five times the rent they paid, to other tenants.
They were doing a little special profiteering of their own--and, bless your life, there wasn't so much as a blade of grass left in the yards, even the trees had been cut down and sold for wood.

And you say she never mentioned it ?" "How could she?
But, after all, I suppose the question goes deeper than that ?" "The question," replied Darrow, with an energy that shook the little car, "goes as deep as hell!" They were driving rapidly up Grace Street; and as they shot past the club on the corner, Stephen noticed the serene aristocratic profile of Peyton at one of the brilliantly lighted windows.