"There, Lazarus, do you hear?"
"Yes, I hear," he said incredulously. "But does she know what father offers her—every comfort, every luxury? He is rich now."
"Rich?" said Mrs. Brill. "The old swindler!"
"He didn't swindle—he's very sorry for the past now, and awfully kind and generous."
Salvina had a flash of insight. "Ho! So this is why—" She checked herself and looked round the handsome room, and the new easy-chair in which her mother sat became suddenly as hateful as the old.
"Well, suppose it is?" said Lazarus defiantly. "I don't see why we shouldn't share in his luck."
"And where does the luck come from?" Salvina demanded.
"What's that to do with us? From the Stock Exchange, I believe."
"And where did he get the money to gamble with?"
"Oh, they always had money."