“And Sam Wyndham?”
“Oh–he is one of the prevalent profession. He is a millionaire. In fact he is one of the real ones.”
“When do they get to be real?” asked Ronald.
“Oh, when they have more than ten millions. The other ones do not count much. It is much more the thing to be poor, unless you have ten millions.”
“That is something in my favor, at all events,” said Ronald.
“Very much. You have been to see Mrs. Wyndham, then?”
“Oh yes, I went yesterday, and she has asked me to dinner to-night. It is awfully good of her, I must say.”
“You will like her very much, and Sybil Brandon too,” said Joe. “Sybil is an adorable creature.”
“She is most decidedly good-looking, certainly. There is no doubt about it.” Ronald pulled his delicate moustache a little. “Though she is quite different style from you, Joe,” he added presently, as though he had discovered a curious fact in natural history.
“Of course. Sybil is a great beauty, and I am only pretty,” answered Joe in perfectly good faith.