“A trifle, going up, however.”
“And don’t speculate?”
The way this man drawled his words was excessively disagreeable.
“Not that any one knows of. He’s made his fortune and now asks only to enjoy it.”
The man from the West strutted back and looked at his companion knowingly. “What do you think of my judgment, Stadler?”
“None better this side of the Pacific.”
“Pretty good at spying out cracks, eh?”
“I wouldn’t like to undertake the puttying up that would deceive you.”
“Humph! Well then, mark this. In two months from to-day you will see Mr. Sylvester rent his house and go south for his health, or the pretty one over there will marry one of the scapegraces you mention, who will lend the man who don’t engage in any further ventures, more than one or two hundred thousand dollars.”
“Ha, you know something.”