Mr. Molloy kept nothing from his bride.
"I was offering our host here a block of those Silver River shares...."
"Oh, you aren't going to sell Silver Rivers!" cried Mrs. Molloy in pretty concern. "Why, you've always told me they're the biggest thing you've got."
"So they are. But...."
"Oh, well," said Dolly with a charming smile, "seeing it's Mr. Carmody. I wouldn't mind Mr. Carmody having them."
"Nor would I," said Mr. Molloy sincerely. "But he can't afford to buy."
"What!"
"You tell her," said Mr. Molloy.
Mr. Carmody told her. He was never averse to speaking of the unfortunate position in which the modern owner of English land found himself.
"Well, I don't get it," said Dolly, shaking her head. "You call yourself a poor man. How can you be poor, when that gallery place you showed us round yesterday is jam full of pictures worth a fortune an inch and tapestries and all those gold coins?"