college, or out you go, bag and baggage." Jack glanced nervously
around the room and toward the hall.

"My dear fellow, your wife wouldn't believe me, no matter what I said
against your character. Isn't that right, Chuck? Jack, you are a
lucky dog, if there ever was one. A handsome wife who loves you, a
kid, a fine home, and plenty of horses. I wonder if you married her
for her money?"

Jack's eyes narrowed. He seemed to muse. "Yes, I believe I can do it
as easily as I did fifteen years ago."

"Do what?" I asked.

"Wallop that kid brother of mine. Bob, I hope you'll fall desperately
in love some day, and that you will have a devil of a time winning
the girl. You need something to stir up your vitals. By George! and I
hope she won't have a cent of money."

"Lovable brother, that!" Bob knocked the ash from his cigar and
essayed at laughter which wasn't particularly felicitous. "Supposing
I was in love, new, and that the girl had heaps of money, and all
that?"

"_And all that_," mimicked the elder brother. "What does 'and
all that' mean?"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Well, I hope you _are_ in love. It serves you right. You've