The venerable bridegroom that is to be has just gone abroad somewhere--so I see by one of the 'Society' rags,--probably to the States to make some more 'deals' in cash before his wedding." "You know his name, then ?" "Oh yes! Everybody knows it, and knows him too! David Helmsley's too rich to hide his light under a bushel! They call him 'King David' in the city.

Now your name's David--but, by Jove, what a difference in Davids!" And he laughed, adding quickly--"I prefer the David I see before me now, to the David I never saw!" "Oh! You never saw the old rascal then ?" murmured Helmsley, putting up one hand to stroke his moustache slowly down over the smile which he could not repress.
"Never--and don't want to! If I become famous--which I _will_ do,"-- and here Angus set his teeth hard--"I'll make my bow at one of Mrs.
Millionaire Helmsley's receptions one day! And how will she look then!" "I should say she would look much the same as usual,"-- said Helmsley, drily--"If she is the kind of young woman you describe, she is not likely to be overcome by the sight of a merely 'famous' man.

You would have to be twice or three times as wealthy as herself to move her to any sense of respect for you.

That is, if we are to judge by what our newspapers tell us of 'society' people.

The newspapers are all we poor folk have got to go by." "Yes--I've often thought of that!" and Angus rubbed his forehead again in a vigorous way as though he were trying to rub ideas out of it--"And I've pitied the poor folks from the bottom of my heart! They get pretty often misled--and on serious matters too." "Oh, we're not all such fools as we seem,"-- said Helmsley--"We can read between the lines as well as anyone--and we understand pretty clearly that it's only money which 'makes' the news.