Part 46 (2/2)
”So heavy as that _yet_! Oh, you are engaged?”
”No; not engaged either--except engaged in trying to make a lot of people who think they know everything understand that there are a few things that they don't know.”
”That is a difficult task,” she said, shaking her head, ”if you try it in New York.”
”'John P. Robinson, he Says they don't know everything down in Judee,'”
put in the stout young man who had been standing by waiting to speak to her.
”But this isn't Judee yet,” she laughed, ”for I a.s.sure you we do know everything here, Mr. Keith.” She held out her hand to the gentleman who had spoken, and after greeting him introduced him to Keith as ”Mr.
Stirling.”
”You ought to like each other,” she said cordially.
Keith professed his readiness to do so.
”I don't know about that,” said Stirling, jovially. ”You are too friendly to him.”
”What are you doing? Where are you staying? How long are you going to be in town?” demanded Mrs. Lancaster, turning to Keith.
”Mining.--At the Brunswick.--Only a day or two,” said Keith, laughing.
”Mining? Gold-mining?”
”No; not yet.”
”Where?”
”Down South at a place called New Leeds. It's near the place where I used to teach. It's a great city. Why, we think New York is jealous of us.”
”Oh, I know about that. A friend of mine put a little money down there for me. You know him? Ferdy Wickersham?”
”Yes, I know him.”
”Most of us know him,” observed Mr. Stirling, turning his eyes on Keith.
”Of course, you must know him. Are you in with him? He tells me that they own pretty much everything that is good in that region. They are about to open a new mine that is to exceed anything ever known. Ferdy tells me I am good for I don't know how much. The stock is to be put on the exchange in a little while, and I got in on the ground-floor. That's what they call it--the lowest floor of all, you know.
”Yes; some people call it the ground-floor,” said Keith, wis.h.i.+ng to change the subject.
”You know there may be a cellar under a ground-floor,” observed Mr.
Stirling, demurely.
Keith looked at him, and their eyes met.
Fortunately, perhaps, for Keith, some one came up just then and claimed a dance with Mrs. Lancaster. She moved away, and then turned back.
”I shall see you again?”
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