"I've never seen you in better spirits," returned Pryor, cool as a cucumber. "Are you engaged to marry Janet?"
Robert stared at him.
"No," he said emphatically.
"Then you're not the man I took you for."
"I'm not," said Robert, chuckling.
So Pryor knew nothing of the inheritance! And if Pryor knew nothing, who would know? He had rather supposed that the news would create something of a stir. The Lorillard tenements and Kips Bay generally should, in all conscience, have been agog with it. But so far not a word had been said by anybody he had met.
Clearly, it took a good deal to ripple the pachydermatous surface of this monster city of New York!
Well, he would volunteer nothing. It was just as well to keep one or two cards up your sleeve, especially when you matched your wits against a clever man like Pryor.
Meanwhile Pryor did the talking. Did Robert mean to sit there and tell him that he had missed the opportunity of a lifetime? He'd be blessed if he ever threw him a chance like that again.
"A chance!" interrupted Robert. "Are you sure it wasn't a noose?"