“It's the easiest graft that's going,” said Oliver. “It's some dodge or other by which they evade the banking laws, and the money comes rolling in in floods. You've noticed their advertisements, I suppose?”
“I have noticed them,” said Montague.
“He is adding something over a million a month, I hear.”
“It sounds very attractive,” said the other; and added, drily, “I suppose Ryder feels as if he owned it all.”
“He might just as well own it,” was the reply. “If I were going into Wall Street to make money, I'd rather have the control of fifty millions than the absolute ownership of ten.”
“By the way,” Oliver remarked after a moment, “the Prentices have asked Alice up to Newport. Alice seems to be quite taken with that young chap, Curtiss.”
“He comes around a good deal,” said Montague. “He seems a very decent fellow.”
“No doubt,” said the other. “But he hasn't enough money to take care of a girl like Alice.”
“Well,” he replied, “that's a question for Alice to consider.”