They had scattered, married or died, lost their money, gone to work, or otherwise disappeared.

Vesper kept knowledge of but two of them: Lawyer Oscar, solid, steady, highly respectable, already in the way of becoming Squire Mitchell, and like to better the Mitchell tradition of prosperity--a warm man, a getting-on man, not to mention that he was the older nephew and probable heir to the McClintock millions; and Oscar's cousin, Stanley, youngest nephew of the millions, who, three years ago, had defied McClintock to his face.

Stan Mitchell had always been wild, even as a boy, they said; they remembered now.
It seemed that McClintock had commanded young Stan to break his engagement to that Selden girl--the schoolma'am at Brookfield, my dear--one of the hill people.

There had been a terrible scene.
Earl Dawson was staying at the Iroquois and his door happened to be open a little.
"Then you'll get none of my money!" said the old gentleman.
"To hell with your money!" Stan said, and slammed the door.
He was always a dreadful boy, my dear! So violent and headstrong! Always picking on my poor Johnny at school; Johnny came home once with the most dreadful bruise over his eye--Stanley's work.
So young Stan flung away to the West three years ago.

The Selden girl still teaches the Brookfield District; Stan Mitchell writes to her, the mail carrier says.