"You don't understand business, Jen. Your father wouldn't interfere with the management of the corporation ."
"He makes money out of it—doesn't he?"
"So do we all get money out of corporations that are compelled to do all sorts of queer things. But we can't abolish the system—we've got to reform it. That's why I'm in politics—and want you——"
"Something must be done about that," interrupted Jane. "I shall talk to father——"
"For heaven's sake, Jen," cried David in alarm, "don't tell your father I'VE been stirring you up. He's one of the powers in politics in this State, and——"
"I'll not give you away, Davy," said Miss Hastings a little contemptuously. "I want to hear more about this Victor Dorn. I'll get that money for him and his mother. Is he very poor?"
"Well—you'd call him poor. But he says he has plenty. He runs a small paper. I think he makes about twenty-five dollars a week out of it—and a little more out of lecturing. Then—every once in a while he goes back to his trade—to keep his hand in and enjoy the luxury of earning honest money, as he puts it."
"How queer!" exclaimed Miss Hastings. "I would like to meet him. Is he—very ignorant?"
"Oh, no—no, indeed. He's worked his way through college—and law school afterward. Supported the family all the time."
"He must be tremendously clever."