"No matter," said Gerald gloomily; "if it isn't then it's something
else. What's the news, Decker?"
"The only news for me is this idiotic talk that has been allowed to go
the rounds about Don Morley. That is what I came to see you about.
What does Dillingham have to say about it?"
"Oh, you know Dill; he side-steps. The whole thing has blown over here
months ago; the subject is as extinct as the dodo."
"Well, it won't be extinct long! I've cabled Don to come home, and I
bet he'll stir things up. There's nothing to hold him now that Margery
Sequin's broken her engagement."
"So sad!" murmured Mrs. Ivy. "I hope young Mr. Dillingham won't do
anything desperate. To think of his cup of happiness being dashed from
his lips--"
The two young men looked at each other and laughed.
"Don't worry about Dill, Mater. He has more than one cup to fall back
on. It is old man Sequin that may do something desperate. I hear they
have made no end of a row, but Margery holds her own."
"They say on the street," said Decker, "that Mr. Sequin has been
counting on the Dillinghams' money to reinforce the bank. He's been
going it pretty heavy the last two years.
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