'Did you ever see that done better?' he asked with an air of triumph.
'Ripping!' Margaret answered. 'You're a dandy dab at it!'
'My dear child, what terrible slang!'
'I'm sorry,' said Margaret. 'I'm catching all sorts of American expressions from Mr. Van Torp, and when they get mixed up with my English ones the result is Babel, I suppose!'
'I've not heard Mr. Van Torp use any slang expressions yet, my dear,' said Mrs. Rushmore, almost severely.
'You will,' Margaret retorted with a laugh. 'What became of Count Kralinsky? I didn't mean to spoil your story.'
'My dear, he's got the Pastor to give up his house, by offering him a hundred pounds for the poor here.'
'It's cheap,' observed Mr. Van Torp. 'The poor always are.'
'You two are saying the most dreadful things to-night!' cried Mrs. Rushmore. [{187}]
'Nothing dreadful in that, Mrs. Rushmore,' objected the millionaire. 'There's no investment on earth like charity.'