"Simpson Kennard."
"Brother Simp! Rich, I suppose?"
"Oh, yes, very. In fact he is eligible in every way."
"I see," yawned Louis, "Possessed of all the cardinal virtues. It is a good thing his wealth is not all in his pockets, for they are apt to spring a leak. But Evadne—how is she?"
"Oh, she is always well, you know," said his mother carelessly. "There they come now."
"These Indian famines are a terrible business," said Judge Hildreth as they lingered over their dessert that evening. It was pleasant to have Louis and Evadne back again. He too was glad to see his son so well. "I don't see what the end is going to be."
"People say that about every calamity, Papa," said Isabelle, "but the world goes on just the same."
"Of course it does, Isabelle," said her brother. "You see we can't waste time over a few dying millions when we have to give a reception for instance."
"But that is a necessity, Louis," said Mrs. Hildreth, "we must pay our debts to society, you know."
"I am sure I don't see where I could economize," sighed Marion. "That lecturer last night was splendid and I would like to have given him thousands but I hadn't a dollar in my purse. I never have. I spent my last cent for chocolates yesterday."