generous, at any rate."

"I hope so," said Montague.

"They say he's making barrels of money," said Oliver; then he added,
longingly, "My God, I wish I had a trust company to play with!"

"Why a trust company particularly?" asked the other.

"It's the easiest graft that's going," said Oliver. "It's some dodge
or other by which they evade the banking laws, and the money comes
rolling in in floods. You've noticed their advertisements, I
suppose?"

"I have noticed them," said Montague.

"He is adding something over a million a month, I hear."

"It sounds very attractive," said the other; and added, drily, "I
suppose Ryder feels as if he owned it all."

"He might just as well own it," was the reply. "If I were going into
Wall Street to make money, I'd rather have the control of fifty
millions than the absolute ownership of ten."

"By the way," Oliver remarked after a moment, "the Prentices have
asked Alice up to Newport. Alice seems to be quite taken with that
young chap, Curtiss."

"He comes around a good deal," said Montague. "He seems a very