"Don't talk nonsense, Norton Laval. Of course I should drive where I could drive, and would like to drive. Over Mont Blanc in winter, indeed!"
"Well, come to business. A perfect pair of horses and perfect carriage,—that's your capital; and you'll go driving all over. What will be the interest on your capital, do you think? in other words, what will you take by it?"
"I should always have a variety, don't you see, and not have time to get tired of anything."
"Are there roads enough in the world to last you?" said Norton. "I declare! these girls—Joe Benton, give us your mind."
"I'll make a fortune, Norton."
"All right. What'll you do with it?"
"I'll have the best house, and the handsomest wife, and the largest estate in the country."
"You'll buy your wife with your money?" asked Judy.
"Easy,"—said Joe, grinning.
"I don't care—'twont be me," said Judy. "I pity the woman."