It were a weariness to follow in detail the leaps and bounds the Foster fictitious finances took from this time forth.

It was marvelous, it was dizzying, it was dazzling.

Everything Aleck touched turned to fairy gold, and heaped itself glittering toward the firmament.

Millions upon millions poured in, and still the mighty stream flowed thundering along, still its vast volume increased.

Five millions--ten millions--twenty--thirty--was there never to be an end?
Two years swept by in a splendid delirium, the intoxicated Fosters scarcely noticing the flight of time.