Miss Wildmere laughed, and said: "I must go with you surely, or you will think you have made a bad 'put' in railroad tickets, as well as shares, for you are like the rest, I suppose;" and with a smiling glance backward at Graydon she disappeared.
"You are mistaken," he said; "we foresaw this 'squeeze' in the market, and have money to lend if the security is ample. We were never doing better."
"Poor papa!" she sighed, "his securities are lacking, I suppose. He does not write very cheerfully."
"His security is the best in the city, in my estimation. I'd take this little hand in preference to government bonds."
"Oh, don't lend papa anything on that basis, for you would surely manage to claim the collateral, or whatever you call it in your Wall Street jargon."
"You are infinitely better off than the majority in these hard times."
"How so?"
"By one word you can make three rich, yourself included. Your father only needs to be tided over a few months."
"Come, come, Mr. Arnault, this is Sunday, and you must not talk business."
"My fault leans to virtue's side for once."