My dear Gabriel, that stock isn't worth the paper it is printed on." "But it is impossible that an experienced financier like Gunn could be deceived!" "I'm sorry to hear THAT." "Come, Sylvester! confess you've taken a prejudice against Gunn from your sudden dislike of his son! And what have you against him ?" "I couldn't say exactly," said Uncle Sylvester reflectively.

"It may be his eyes, or only his cravat! But," rising cheerfully and placing his hand lightly on his brother's shoulder, "don't YOU worry yourself about that stock, old man; I'LL see that somebody else has the worry and you the cash.

And as to the land and--Kitty--well, you hold on to them both until you find out which the young man is really after." "And then ?" said Gabriel, with a smile.
"Don't give him either! But, I say, haven't we had enough business this morning?
Let's talk of something else.

Who's the French girl ?" "Marie?
She's the daughter of Jules du Page--don't you remember ?--father's friend.

When Jules died, it was always thought that father, who had half adopted her as a child, would leave her some legacy.