Malcourt greeted them; they exchanged a few words in faultless taste, then he picked an umbrella from the rack and went across the lawn to his house where his bride of a fortnight awaited him.

Portlaw rubbed his pudgy hands together contentedly.
"Now that Louis is back," he said to Wayward, "this place will be run properly again." "Is it likely," asked Wayward, "that a man who has just married several millions will do duty as your superintendent in the backwoods ?" "Well," said Portlaw, with his head on one side, "do you know, it is extremely likely.

And I have a vague idea that he will draw his salary with great regularity and promptness." "What are you talking about ?" said Wayward bluntly.
"I'll tell you.

But young Mrs.Malcourt does not know--and she is not to be told as long as it can be avoided: Cardross, Carrick & Co.

are in a bad way." "How bad ?" "The worst--unless the Clearing House does something--" "What!" "-- And it won't! Mark my words.