“He has taken my breath away,” said Lucy. “How am I ever to manage such things?”
“You will have to settle that with him,” said Montague. “He has taken charge, and he doesn't want me to interfere.”
“But I want your advice,” said Lucy. “You are a business man, and Ollie never was anything but a boy.”
“Ollie has learned a good deal since he has been in New York,” the other responded.
“I can tell you my side of the case very quickly,” he went on after a moment's pause. “He brought me here, and persuaded me that this was how I ought to live if I wanted to get into Society. I tried it for a while, but I found that I did not like the things I had to do, and so I quit. You will find us in an apartment a couple of blocks farther from Fifth Avenue, and we only pay about one-tenth as much for it. And now, whether you follow me or Ollie depends upon whether you want to get into Society.”
Lucy wrinkled her brows in thought. “I didn't come to New York to bury myself in a boarding-house,” she said. “I do want to meet people.”
“Well,” said Montague, “Oliver knows a lot of them, and he will introduce you. Perhaps you will like them—I don't know. I am sure you won't have any difficulty in making them like you.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Lucy. “You are as ingenuous as ever!”
“I don't want to say anything to spoil your pleasure,” said the other. “You will find out about matters for yourself. But I feel like telling you this—don't you be too ingenuous. You can't trust people quite so freely here as you did at home.”
“Thank you,” said Lucy. “Ollie has already been lecturing me. I had no idea it was such a serious matter to come to New York. I told him that widows were commonly supposed to know how to take care of themselves.”