“Probably six weeks.”
The gentleman took his leave, with another side glance at Ralston.
When he had gone, Ralston said, “Who is that, Mullins?”
“Mr. Gray, a wealthy banker, living on Forty-seventh Street.”
“So? Why didn’t you introduce me to the old duffer? I might have made something out of him.”
“He is not your style, Dick. He wouldn’t care to be introduced to a stranger.”
“So he puts on airs, does he?”
“No; but he is rather a proud, reserved man.”
“Thinks himself better than his fellow men, I suppose,” sneered the gambler.
“I can’t say, but it wouldn’t have been policy to make you acquainted. If you won’t be offended, Dick, I will say that though I am personally your friend, I am afraid that it isn’t best for you to be here so much.”