Our latest millionaire, his rise and fall! Cannot you see it in the placards?
And for what?
To give wealth to an old man long past the enjoyment of it-ay, imbecile already! You will not be a madman, Trent ?" Trent winced perceptibly.

Da Souza saw it and rejoiced.

There was another awkward silence.

Trent lit a cigar and puffed furiously at it.
"I will think it over, at least," he said in a low tone.

"Bring back your wife and daughter, and leave me alone for a while." "I knew," Da Souza murmured, "that my friend would be reasonable." "And the young ladies ?" "Send them to--" "I will send them back to where they came from," Da Souza interrupted blandly..