"On the spur of the moment I should advise you to refund the money,
but I do not know if such advice is wise. The fact is, neither you nor
I are sufficiently versed in financial matters to know what is
customary in such cases. What does your brother-in-law advise?"
"I have had no conversation with him since the bank failed. He stays
in town nearly every night, and you can imagine what his days are."
"Well, I should put the matter before him, explain my scruples, and
then act unquestioningly on his advice. It has been my rule in life,
when my own judgment did not suffice, to consult the highest available
authority upon that given subject and abide by it. Basil Sequin, in
spite of this unfortunate failure, is undoubtedly our ablest
financier. I can only bid you do as I have done; leave everything
entirely to him."
"I shouldn't!" cried Miss Lady, wheeling about with a return of her
old, childlike, impetuous manner; "I shouldn't leave it to anybody.
I'd buy back the stock, every share of it. I wouldn't keep money for
which I'd given nothing! You ought to see Miss Ferney Foster! She
bought bank stock only last week; gave all the money she'd made on her
pickles for ten years, and when she found the bank had failed, she
went out of her head.
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