Well, I'll stake you till Mrs.De Peyster comes back." "Stake me ?" breathed Mrs.De Peyster.
"Yes.

Give you, both of you, what money you need." "And--and when--Mrs.De Peyster comes back ?" Young Mr.Pyecroft chortled with delight.
"Say, this scheme's the best ever! The day we learn Mrs.De Peyster has landed, we dress you up as a top-notcher--gad, but we can make you look the part!--we put you in a swell carriage, with her coat of arms painted on it--and you go around to Tiffany's and all the other swell shops where in the mean time I'll have learned Mrs.De Peyster has charge accounts.

You select the most valuable articles in the shop, and then in the most casual, dignified manner,--I can coach you on how to put on the dignity,--you remark, 'Charge to my account, and I'll just take it along with me.' And off you go, with a diamond necklace under your arm.

And same thing at all the shops.

Then we duck before the thing breaks, and divide the fruits of our industry and superior intelligence, as the economists say.