"About spending his money," said Betty. "That's the only thing he
has to be serious about."

"Has he got so very much?"

"Thirty or forty millions," she replied; "but then, you see, a lot
of it's in the inner companies of his railroad system, and it pays
him fabulously. And his wife has money, too--she was a Miss Mason,
you know, her father's one of the steel crowd. We've a saying that
there are millionaires, and then multi-millionaires, and then
Pittsburg millionaires. Anyhow, the two of them spend all their
income in entertaining. It's Robbie's fad to play the perfect
host--he likes to have lots of people round him. He does put up good
times--only he's so very important about it, and he has so many
ideas of what is proper! I guess most of his set would rather go to
Mrs. Jack Warden's any day; I'd be there to-night, if it hadn't been
for Ollie."

"Who's Mrs. Jack Warden?" asked Montague.

"Haven't you ever heard of her?" said Betty. "She used to be Mrs.
van Ambridge, and then she got a divorce and married Warden, the big
lumber man. She used to give 'boy and girl' parties, in the English
fashion; and when we went there we'd do as we please--play tag all
over the house, and have pillow-fights, and ransack the closets and
get up masquerades! Mrs. Warden's as good-natured as an old cow.
You'll meet her sometime--only don't you let her fool you with those
soft eyes of hers. You'll find she doesn't mean it; it's just that
she likes to have handsome men hanging round her."