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"I heard so about it" Mostyn bit his lip in vexation, as he reached out for the doorknob and turned it cautiously

"Well, it is true, and it has turned the fool's head; he is spending it like water He is giving a big blow-out to-night, and it is all for your wife, sir--your wife"

Mostyn raver; the sharp-drawn lines about his mouth deepened

"You heard what I said, didn't you?" Mitchell de, and then you can do as you please about it I a to take any hand in it Irene has no respect for etsa fool about her as he ever was I got it straight, from a person who knows, that he makes no secret of it And that isn't all, sir--that isn't all Irene is just vain enough of her good looks to like it Le', sir This town is not Paris, and our country is not France, but that fast set Irene runs with is trying to think so They read about the Four Hundred in New York, its scandals and divorces in high life, and think it is smart to imitate it You see to sit like a knot on a log and have thee for money, and--"

"Stop!" Mostyn flared out "I won't stand it You are going too far!"

"Ah, I see you can be touched," the oldhis hand on Mostyn's ar, that's all"

When Mitchell was gone the banker sat down at his work again, but he could not put his mind on it He fumbled the papers nervously His brows met in a troubled frown "I can't stand anyme insane--the man does not live who could put up with it day after day"

Going to the door, he asked one of the clerks to send Saunders to hied A moment later his partner entered The last five years had served him well He had never looked better His skin was clear, his eyes bright, his movement calm and alert