Mr.Muir is one of the most reticent of men.

I have invested in the same dead stock that is swamping him, and so know whereof I speak.

Should this stock decline further--should it even remain where it is much longer--he can't maintain himself.

I know, for I have taken pains to obtain information since I last went to town." "But if the stock rises," she said, with the natural hope of a speculator's daughter, "he is safe." "Yes, _if_." "How much time will you give me ?" she asked, the lines of her face growing hard and resolute.
"This is to be your choice, not mine," said her father, coldly.

"You shall not be able to say that I sold you or tried to sell you.