"Not even to learn who her parents are?"

"It might tempt her. But she hates father."

"Well, she can gloat over him, can't she? That ought to be some
satisfaction. Talk it over with her. She's here, isn't she?"

"Elias, do you know who her parents were?" asked Graydon quickly.
"I've thought you knew as much about it as father."

The old man's eyes shifted.

"It's a silly question to ask of me. I was not a member of the Four
Hundred, my boy."

"Nor was my father. Yet you think he knows."

"He's a much smarter man than I, Graydon. You'll go with me to see
him?"

"Yes. I can't speak for Miss Cable."

"See her to-morrow. Come out to my place to-night, where the reporters
can't find you. Maybe you won't care to sleep with me--I've but
one bed, you see--but you can go to a quiet hotel downtown. I'm
packing these things to store them for your father. Then I'm going
back to New York to live on my income. It's honest money, too."

"Who sent me the draft for five hundred?"