"Ay — Well, he has money enough to be. That don't always do it, though. A man and his coat aren't always off the same piece. Those are nice girls of his, too; — pretty girls. That Rose is a pretty creature! — I don't know but I like t'other one as well in the long run though, — come to know her."
"I do — better," said Mrs. Landholm. "There is good in her."
"A sound stock, only grown a little too rank," said Winthrop.
"Yes, that's it. She's a little overtopping. Well, there will come a drought by and by that will cure that."
"Why sir?" said Rufus.
"The odds are that way," said his father. "'Taint a stand- still world, this; what's up to-day is down to-morrow. Mr. Haye may hold his own, though; and I am sure I hope he will — for his sake and her sake, both."
"He is a good business man, isn't he, sir?"
"There aint a better business man, I'll engage, than he is, in the whole city of Mannahatta; and that numbers now, — sixty odd thousand, by the last census. He knows how to take care of himself, as well as any man I ever saw."
"Then he bids fair to stand?"
"I don't believe anybody bids fairer. He was trying to make a business man of you, wa'n't he, the other day?"