"You always do, Jim."
"Thank fortune for that. It ought to land me somewhere on the grandstand."
"Haven't you noticed," she said, "that some people always look wealthy? I don't know exactly what it is about them; it has nothing to do with breeding, or clothes, or careful grooming."
"Neither has wealth," he smiled.
"That's trite; you're becoming too prosperous to remain clever. But, oh, Jim! isn't it fine!" she exclaimed impulsively.
"What is fine?"
"Why, your success, of course! Your splendid interest in the business—your fitting yourself for a position of honor among your peers! It is fine! fine! And it is the happiest thing that has ever happened in my life!"
He looked at her.
"You dear girl," he said quietly.
"I? It was none of my doing. You're mistaken if you think so. Once you said something of that sort in a letter to me; but it isn't true, Jim. You have found yourself; the credit is yours alone."