His wife's property, represented by this house, some government bonds, and some real estate in West Philadelphia amounted to forty thousand more.
Between them they were rich; but he expected to be much richer.

All he needed now was to keep cool.

If he succeeded in this bond-issue matter, he could do it again and on a larger scale.

There would be more issues.
He turned out the light after a while and went into his wife's boudoir, where she was sleeping.

The nurse and the children were in a room beyond.
"Well, Lillian," he observed, when she awoke and turned over toward him, "I think I have that bond matter that I was telling you about arranged at last.