“Well, so long as he lets me see it, I can't complain,” said Lucy. “There are so many things to see in this city, I am sure I shall be busy for a year.”
“You will get tired before you have seen half of them,” he answered. “Everybody does.”
“Do you know Mr. Waterman?” she asked.
“I have never met him,” he said. “I have seen him a couple of times.” And Montague went on to tell her of the occasion in the Millonaires' Club, when he had seen the Croesus of Wall Street surrounded by an attending throng of “little millionaires.”
“I hope I shan't meet him,” said Lucy. “I know I should be frightened to death.”
“They say he can be charming when he wants to,” replied Montague. “The ladies are fond of him.”
On Saturday afternoon, when Montague went down to Harvey's Long Island home, his brother met him at the ferry.
“Allan,” he began, immediately, “did you know that Lucy had come down here with Stanley Ryder?”
“Heavens, no!” exclaimed Montague. “Is Ryder down here?”
“He got Harvey to invite him,” Oliver replied. “And I know it was for no reason in the world but to be with Lucy. He took her out in his automobile.”