“Yes, a large amount.”
“Why, Paley!”
“Don’t look so sad, Lilian. It won’t kill me; and while I have you, I need not complain.”
“But how did you lose it, Paley?”
“By the fall of stocks.”
I showed her one of the evening papers, in which the bursting of the copper bubble was fully detailed. She looked at the article, but she could not understand it, and I explained the matter to her.
“You haven’t lost all—have you, Paley?”
“No, not all, my dear. But I have something else to tell you. How would you like to live in Paris for a year or two?”
“In Paris!” exclaimed she, her face lighting up with pleasure.