The Dulham family are practically ruined.

The Duke, I imagine, is under the necessity of mortgaging his estates; indeed, I should suppose he is here in America to raise money." Mr.Fyshe was a man of lightning action.

Any man accustomed to the Stock Exchange learns to think quickly.
"One moment!" he cried; "I see we are right at your door.

May I just run in and use your telephone?
I want to call up Boulder for a moment." Two minutes later Mr.Fyshe was saying into the telephone, "Oh, is that you, Boulder?
I was looking for you in vain today--wanted you to meet the Duke of Dulham, who came in quite unexpectedly from New York; felt sure you'd like to meet him.

Wanted you at the club for dinner, and now it turns out that the club's all upset--waiters' strike or some such rascality--and the Palaver, so I hear, is in the same fix.