"But I see Laura." Then, after a pause, "Do not imagine I have the slightest objection. There will be only two of us left, and it does seem as if Marcia might pick up some one. Floyd——"
"Well," as she makes a long pause.
"Do you know anything about the business? Eugene is so—so unsatisfactory. Where is Laura going to get her money?"
"I shall attend to that. Gertrude, what has been said about affairs that makes you all so desponding?"
Floyd Grandon asks a question as if he expected an answer. Gertrude gives a little twist to her long, slender figure, and pushes one shoulder forward.
"Well, there has been no money, and Eugene cannot get any. And all you hear about is notes to pay."
The house certainly does not look as if there was any lack. The table is bountiful, and he has seen four servants, he is quite sure.
"My not being here has delayed the settlement, no doubt," he answers, cheerfully. "It will all come right."
"You quite put courage into one. I suppose you always feel well and strong; you have grown handsome, Floyd, and there is nothing to make you desponding."
"Yes, I am always well. Do you stay in-doors all the time and read? You must have a change, something to stir your nerves and brain, and infuse a new spirit in you."