"I say, Kitty," he looked confidentially in her face, "'ow much is 'e estimated at? Say two 'undred thousand pounds?"
Kitty laughed contemptuously.
"Three? Five?"
"Mr. Flash, you're quite a nice young man, but you're very unexperienced. A man who knows how rich he is, is not a rich man in America. He's only well off. Mr. Stillwater has reached that stage where money is never even mentioned!"
"H'is it possible!" exclaimed Flash.
"I think I see the folks. So in future, Mr. Flash, when they say a man's rich in America you will understand he is not limited to figures."
William was rowing them all in. They were talking and laughing in the highest spirits. Mrs. Bunker came down through the trees in her scarlet cape, still holding her work.
"A most enjoyable day's sport, Mrs. Bunker," said Lord Stafford.
"You did bravely to-day, Miss Stillwater," praised Lord Canning.
"Not Still*water," said Indiana, in a drawling voice. "Still*water."