"The
British Classics, if you please! and Baxter's _Saint's Rest_, and
_The Lady of the Manor_." So Mr. Pryor made a point of providing
her with light literature. He pulled a paper-covered volume out of his
pocket now, and handed it to her.
"Not improving, Nelly, I assure you; and there is a box of candy in
the hamper."
She thanked him, but put the book down. "Talk to me, Lloyd. Tell me--
everything! How are you? How is Alice? Are you very busy with politics
and things? Talk to me."
"Well," he said good naturedly, "where am I to begin? Yes: I'm very
well. And very busy. And unusually poor. Isn't that interesting?"
"Oh, Lloyd! Are you in earnest? Lloyd, you know I have a lot of money,
and of course, if you want it, it is yours."
He was lounging lazily on the sofa, and drew her down beside him,
smiling at her through his curling lashes. "It isn't as bad as that.
It is only that I have shouldered the debts of the old Pryor-Barr Co.,
Limited. You know my grandfather organized it, and my father was
president of it, and I served my 'prenticeship to business in it."
"But I thought," she said, puzzled, "you went out of it long ago,
before--before--"
"The flood? Yes, my dear, I did. I've only been a silent partner for
years--and that in a very small way. But I regret to say that the
young asses who have been running it have got into trouble. And they
propose going into bankruptcy, confound them! It is very annoying,"
Lloyd Pryor ended calmly,
"But I don't understand," she said; "what have you to do with it?"
"Well, I've got to turn to and pay their damned debts.
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