There was silence between them for a little while, while Guy puffed at his cigarette, and his sister was cogitating as to her next method of attack. Brought up in a household of three men, she knew it was somewhat difficult to storm the masculine citadel.
Presently she spoke.
“And what about finance, Guy? Are things easy there?”
The boyish look disappeared from the young man’s face. Her question had seemed to disturb his equanimity. He was quite frank.
“That’s the devil of it, Mary. You know my old friend Jackson?”
Mary gave a little sigh. Yes, she had heard of Jackson from both brothers. He was a high-class moneylender, who accommodated young men of good family.
“Yes, I know all about Jackson. How much do you owe him?”
Her brother reflected.
“Something between five and six hundred,” he said, after a pause.
Mary spoke decidedly.