"Shares," answered Ruston composedly.
The Baron laughed. The impudence of the offer pleased him.
"Yes, shares, of course. And besides?"
Willie Ruston turned to him.
"I shan't haggle," he announced. "I'll make you one offer, Baron, and it's an uncommon handsome offer for a trunk of waste paper."
"What's the offer?" asked the Baron, smiling with rich subdued mirth.
"Fifty thousand down, and the same in shares fully paid."
"Not enough, my son."
"All right," and Mr. Ruston rose. "Much obliged for your hospitality, Baron," he added, holding out his hand.
"Where are you going?" asked the Baron.