“Why? I have lots of rich men come to my house. You’d find it to your advantage if you’d come.”
“Thank you.”
“We could make big money together if——”
He paused. Floyd was looking at him.
“Could we? If—what?”
“If you would let me use you.”
“Thank you,” said Floyd. “Perhaps we could.”
“Why won’t you come?”
“Well, the fact is, I haven’t time. I shall have to wait to get a little richer before I can afford it. Besides I have a standing engagement.”
“Oh! no, we won’t squeeze you. I tell you what, come up to dinner to-morrow. I’m going to have a fellow there, an awfully rich fellow—want to interest him in some things, and I’ve invited him down. He is young Router, the son of the great Router, you know who he is?”