said Nosey Ruslin across the luncheon table in the Villafranche, “is that he has more money than education. Mind you, I don’t say brains—education’s the word. Now you have brains and education, but no money.” “I wish I had your ability to make money, Mr. Ruslin,” said Bobbie, with a wistful earnestness that carried its own conviction. “It can be useful.” The tone was condescending. “But it isn’t everything, Mr. Cheldon.” He smiled knowingly. “It isn’t Nancy, for example.” “Without money it won’t be Nancy,” the younger man rejoined uneasily. The expansive form leaned heavily towards him and a fat hand patted his arm almost affectionately. “Nancy knows you may come in for ten thousand a year any day,” he said consolingly. “Haven’t I told her that a score of times since she let me know she was keen on you.” Bobbie flushed with pleasure.
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