Mr. Colwell, busy with several important deals, did not follow closely the fluctuations in the price of Manhattan Electric Light, Heat & Power Company 5s. The fact that there had been any change at all was made clear to him by Mrs. Hunt. She called a few days after her first visit, with perturbation written large on her face. Also, she wore the semi-resolute look of a person who expects to hear unacceptable excuses.
“Good morning, Mr. Colwell.”
“How do you do, Mrs. Hunt? Well, I hope.”
“Oh, I am well enough. I wish I could say as much for my financial matters.” She had acquired the phrase from the financial reports which she had taken to reading religiously every day.
“Why, how is that?”
“They are 95 now,” she said, a trifle accusingly.
“Who are they, pray, Mrs. Hunt?” in surprise.
“The bonds. I saw it in last night’s paper.”
Mr. Colwell smiled. Mrs. Hunt almost became indignant at his levity.
“Don’t let that worry you, Mrs. Hunt. The bonds are all right. The market is a trifle dull; that’s all.”