“And why do you think he's the king-bee; is he very rich?”
“He is worth about ten million dollars,” said Aunt Polly.
Helen gazed at her wildly. “Ten million dollars!” she gasped.
“Yes,” said the other; “about that, probably a little more. Mr. Roberts knows all about his affairs.”
Helen was staring into her aunt's face. “Tell me,” she asked, very nervously indeed. “Tell me, honestly!”
“What?”
“Is that the man you are bringing me here to meet?”
“Yes, Helen,” said the other quietly.
The girl's hands were clasped tightly together just then. “Aunt Polly,” she asked, “what kind of a man is he? I will not marry a bad man!”
“A bad man, child? How ridiculous! Do you suppose I would ask you to marry a bad man, if he owned all New York? I want you to be happy. Mr. Harrison is a man who has made his own fortune, and he is a man of tremendous energy. Everyone is obliged to respect him.”