Chick was sitting nearby, wondering whether Lannigan would ever cross his path again, and inwardly chafing because of his chief’s generosity in not pressing charges against the fellow.
He was aroused from his reverie by Nick’s asking:
“Chick, you know Harmon Sanborn, of course. Have you heard that one of his daughters is to be married?”
“Why, yes,” replied Chick. “There’s been a great deal in the newspapers about it.”
“Which daughter is it?”
“The eldest.”
“Whom is she to marry?”
“A young Englishman who has been in this country for some years, and who is said to be related to some of the noble families on the other side.”
“Has there been much said about presents?”
“Yes; half the millionaires of the country are giving diamonds and emeralds and what not to the bride.”