I suppose you don't think so.

But I can make money enough to keep us together, and, after all, that's the main thing." His father said nothing.
"Of course," laughed Duane, "I don't for a moment suppose that anything like that is on the cards.

I don't know what your fortune is, but judging from your generosity to Naida and me I fancy it's too solid to worry over.

The trouble with you gay old capitalists," he added, "is that you think in such enormous sums! And you forget that little sums are required to make us all very happy; and if some of the millions which you cannot possibly ever use happen to escape you, the tragic aspect as it strikes you is out of all proportion to the real state of the case." His father felt the effort his son was making; looked up wearily, strove to smile, to relight his cigar; which Duane did for him, saying: "As long as you are not mixed up in that Klawber, Skelton, Moebus crowd, I'm not inclined to worry.

It seems, as of course you know, that Dysart's brokers failed to-day." "So I heard," said his father steadily.