fellow in Society!"

"Sure," said Oliver, "if he wants to. Why not?"

"But his wife and his daughters!" exclaimed the other.

"Oh, that's not it--the family stays in Pittsburg. It's only himself
this time. All the same," Oliver added, after a pause, "I'd like to
wager you that if you were to meet Jim Gamble's four prize
daughters, you'd find it hard to tell them from the real thing.
They've been to a swell boarding-school, and they've had everything
that money can buy them. My God, but I'm tired of hearing about
their accomplishments!"

"But do you mean to tell me," the other protested, "that your
friends will stand for a man like that?"

"Some of them will. He's got barrels of money, you know. And he
understands the situation perfectly--he won't make many mistakes."

"But what in the world does he want?"

"Leave that to him."

"And you," demanded Montague; "you are getting money for this?"

Oliver smiled a long and inscrutable smile. "You don't imagine that
I'm in love with him, I trust. I thought you'd be interested to see
the game, that's why I introduced him."