Part 7 (2/2)

”But what do I know about the investment of trust funds?” demanded Selwyn; ”you wouldn't take me if I were not your wife's brother--and that's nepotism.”

Austin's harmless fury raged for nearly ten minutes, after which he cheered up, relighted his cigar, and resumed his discussion with Selwyn concerning the merits of various boys' schools--the victim in prospective being Billy.

A little later, reverting to the subject of his own enforced idleness, Selwyn said: ”I've been on the point of going to see Neergard--but somehow I can't quite bring myself to it--slinking into his office as a rank failure in one profession, to ask him if he has any use for me again.”

”Stuff and fancy!” growled Gerard; ”it's all stuff and fancy about your being any kind of a failure. If you want to resume with that Dutchman, go to him and say so. If you want to invest anything in his Long Island schemes he'll take you in fast enough. He took in Gerald and some twenty thousand.”

”Isn't he very prosperous, Austin?”

”Very--on paper. Long Island farm lands and mortgages on Hampton hen-coops are not fragrant propositions to me. But there's always one more way of making a living after you counted 'em all up on your fingers. If you've any capital to offer Neergard, he won't shriek for help.”

”But isn't suburban property--”

”On the jump? Yes--both ways. Oh, I suppose that Neergard is all right--if he wasn't I wouldn't have permitted Gerald to go into it.

Neergard sticks to his commissions and doesn't back his fancy in certified checks. I don't know exactly how he operates; I only know that we find nothing in that sort of thing for our own account. But Fane, Harmon & Co. do. That's their affair, too; it's all a matter of taste, I tell you.”

Selwyn reflected: ”I believe I'd go and see Neergard if I were perfectly sure of my personal sentiments toward him... . He's been civil enough to me, of course, but I have always had a curious feeling about Neergard--that he's for ever on the edge of doing something--doubtful--”

”His business reputation is all right. He shaves the dead line like a safety razor, but he's never yet cut through it. On principle, however, look out for an apple-faced Dutchman with a thin nose and no lips.

Neither Jew, Yankee, nor American stands any chance in a deal with that type of financier. Personally my feeling is this: if I've got to play games with Julius Neergard, I'd prefer to be his partner. And so I told Gerald. By the way--”

Austin checked himself, looked down at his cigar, turned it over and over several times, then continued quietly:

--”By the way, I suppose Gerald is like other young men of his age and times--immersed in his own affairs--thoughtless perhaps, perhaps a trifle selfish in the cross-country gallop after pleasure... . I was rather severe with him about his neglect of his sister. He ought to have come here to pay his respects to you, too--”

”Oh, don't put such notions into his head--”

”Yes, I will!” insisted Austin; ”however indifferent and thoughtless and selfish he is to other people, he's got to be considerate toward his own family. And I told him so. Have you seen him lately?”

”N-o,” admitted Selwyn.

”Not since that first time when he came to do the civil by you?”

”No; but don't--”

”Yes, I will,” repeated his brother-in-law; ”and I'm going to have a thorough explanation with him and learn what he's up to. He's got to be decent to his sister; he ought to report to me occasionally; that's all there is to it. He has entirely too much liberty with his bachelor quarters and his junior whipper-snapper club, and his house parties and his cruises on Neergard's boat!”

He got up, casting his cigar from him, and moved about bulkily, muttering of matters to be regulated, and firmly, too. But Selwyn, looking out of the window across the Park, knew perfectly well that young Erroll, now of age, with a small portion of his handsome income at his mercy, was past the regulating stage and beyond the authority of Austin. There was no harm in him; he was simply a joyous, pleasure-loving cub, chock full of energetic instincts, good and bad, right and wrong, out of which, formed from the acts which become habits, character matures. This was his estimate of Gerald.

The next morning, riding in the Park with Eileen, he found a chance to speak cordially of her brother.

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