"Then that's what brought that special train load up from Philadelphia?"
"I suppose so. They seemed very happy when they left."
Mrs. Dibbott poured out some more elderberry wine. "When I think what that man has done just out of water, it makes me gasp. I switch on the light and don't trim any more lamp wicks, and the well's gone dry and I don't care, and Mr. Filmer told me last night there are eight thousand more people in St. Mary's. Do you remember that meeting?"
"Every word of it."
"And Mr. Manson—he was a wet blanket, wasn't he?"
"But he was snowed under, fortunately."
"I know he was, but did you hear that he has made a fortune out of real estate, and is going round with a face as long as his back?"
Belding knew nothing about Manson—he had been too busy.
"Every one says he's in the dumps because he sold out just before
Fisette found that mine and real estate has been jumping ever since."
"But he never believed in Mr. Clark."