"Then what will you do?"
"I'll find something."
"At a salary of over five thousand dollars a year?"
"Yes."
Virginia shrugged her shoulders. Curtly she said:
"Don't be foolish."
Fanny nodded approval.
"I think myself you'd better stick to Robert," she said.
Folding his arms, the young man faced the two women. Indignantly he cried:
"You two talk as though I was getting my salary out of charity—as though Mr. Stafford was handing me something! Well, I tell you he isn't. There's no friendship in business, and if I wasn't worth a hundred I wouldn't get it! I'm a valuable man to your husband. I've put him onto four or five good things in Wall Street already. Did he tell you about 'em?"