Stafford told him to come in, and sent Measom away, and Howard, who was
already dressed, sank into an easy-chair and surveyed his friend with
bland approval.
"A white tie to-night, Staff? Anything on?"
"Yes; there is a dance," replied Stafford, rather absently. What would
his father say and do? Would he go over to Heron Hall the next morning?
Yes, that is what he would do!
"A dance? Is that all? From the undercurrent of suppressed excitement
animating most of the guests I should think it was something more
important. Have you noticed the air of suspense, of fluctuating hope
and doubt, triumph and despair which has characterized our noble band
of financiers during the last few days?"
Stafford shook his head.
"No; I haven't noticed 'em particularly. In fact, I scarcely see them,
or do more than exchange the usual greetings. They seem to me to move
and look and speak just about as usual." Howard smiled.
"To be young and happy and free from care is to be blind: puppies, for
instance, are blind!"
Stafford grinned.
"That's complimentary, anyhow. What do you think is up?"
"I think Sir Stephen is going to pull off his great event, to make his
grand _coup_," said Howard.
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