Have you seen the papers ?" "Not to-day's--" "They're down-stairs.

Wormly, Hunter & Blake have failed--liabilities over three million.

There's probably going to be a run on the Shoshone Securities Company; Andreas Hogg and Gumble Brothers have laid down on their own brokers and the Exchange has--" "What!" "A nice outlook, isn't it?
Be careful what you say before Mrs.Malcourt; she doesn't realise that Cardross, Carrick & Co.

may be involved." Portlaw said with that simple self-centred dignity which characterised him in really solemn moments: "Thank God, I'm in an old-line institution and own nothing that can ever pass a dividend!" "Even your hens pay their daily dole," nodded Malcourt, eyeing him.
"Certainly.

If they don't, it's a fricassee for theirs!" chuckled Portlaw, in excellent humour over his own financial security in time of stress.
So they descended to the living-room together where Constance and Wayward stood whispering by the fire.