"Why not? You don't suppose that men of talent are going to leave Chicago after this?"
"Do you expect to provide them with careers?"
"I don't see why we shouldn't. We're on the crest of the wave, and we're going higher yet. From now on anybody who leaves us is likely to be sorry for it."
Ogden looked back at Ingles; he stood in a doorway, between Fairchild and Jessie's father.
"Is his wife here?"
"Oh, he isn't married, I don't believe."
"Hot married?—Ingles, I mean."
"Oh! Yes, he's married."
"Is his wife here?"
"Dear, no; you have to speak weeks ahead to get her."