"But your father has millions and in the Pittsburgh & New Orleans he made at least ten more. How can it be?"
"I overheard— I listened and then—then mother told me."
"When?"
"The night after the wedding—that in another month we might be ruined—that I—I ought to look to the future."
"Oh, like Doris!" he cried.
"Yes, that was what she meant," she said with a shudder. "Think of it, my mother, my own mother. Then I went to him—to Dad—but he would tell me nothing—only laughed and said everything was all right, but I knew! I don't know how or why, but I knew from the look in his eyes."
"Yet I can't believe it," he said incredulously.
"Oh! I feel so alone and so helpless," she cried, twisting her hands. "Something must be done and I don't know how to do it. Bojo, you must help me—you must tell me. It's money—he can't get money— I believe no one will lend it to him." Suddenly she turned on him, caught his arm,—"You say Doris knew, Dad told her—before the wedding!"
"Yes—because she told me."
"Oh! that is too terrible," she cried, "and knowing it she allowed him to make her a gift of half a million."