"Never let anything like money rob you," he said slowly and with emphasis. "Goddesses have been known to stoop to mortals before this."
"I think her parents would see to that," responded Philip, laughing.
The elevator came, and with one more nod of farewell the lawyer disappeared.
"Fierce job he's got before him," muttered Philip as he returned to the dry goods, refusing to allow his mind to dwell on his new friend's surpassingly ignorant suggestions.
Promptly at the appointed time Nicholas Gayne presented himself at the lawyer's office and was admitted to the sanctum. His air of assurance almost reached the swaggering stage, and his "How are you?" breathed a suggestion of a fortifying beverage. Without waiting for permission, he fell into the chair near the desk.
"Well, are you satisfied?" he asked triumphantly.
"Yes, I am satisfied that the boy is my old friend's grandson."
"I knew you would be. Now, how soon do you think you can fix it up?"
"Fix what up?"