“That so? Haven’t sold any either, I suppose?”
“No, sir.”
“Humph! Kind of dull times in the trade, I should say. Take you a good while to make a million at that rate, won’t it?”
“I’m afraid so. But I shall be satisfied with a good deal less than a million.”
“So? You aren’t as grasping as some of your family, then.”
Bob thought it time to change the subject. He turned to the other member of the trio.
“How are you, Esther?” he asked. “Any news since I saw you?”
Esther absently replied that there was no news. Her uncle laughed.
“She doesn’t mean that, Griffin,” he declared. “There is some news, big news. We were just talking about it when you came in. Weren’t we, Esther?”
“Why—why yes, Uncle Foster, we were.”