"Yes. When Holt read of his success in the papers, the canny George went to his brokers and made inquiries—thorough inquiries."
"He seems to have got whatever money he has very quickly, Preston."
"That only proves that he is either lucky or crooked. It doesn't prove he didn't get it. What makes you think he's not quite a gentleman?"
"Well," said Ethel, "——that."
"Poof!" said Newberry. "He was talking a good deal to Muriel at the opera last night. Didn't he behave all right?"
"I don't know. I suppose so. I asked her what he talked about, and she said she didn't know."
"Very sensible of her, I'm sure. I wouldn't have expected it of her. It goes to show that she's not too young to marry."
Ethel permitted herself a fat start.
"O, Preston, you never mean——"
"Now, my dear, you know very well that we've meant nothing else. You've known it ever since I sent you to call Muriel."