Portman was, and so were
many of the directors of the Mukton Lode, not to mention various
others--capitalists whose presence would lend dignity to the
occasion and whose names and influence would be of inestimable
value to the future of the corporation.
As fate would have it the day for assuaging the appetites of these
financial magnates was the same that Miss Felicia had selected for
her tea to Ruth, and the time at which they were to draw up their
chairs but two hours subsequent to that in which Jack, crushed sad
humiliated by his uncle's knavery, had crept downstairs and into
the street.
In this frame of mind the poor boy had stopped at the Magnolia in
the hope of finding Garry, who must, he thought, have left Corinne
at home, and then retraced his steps to the club. He must explode
somewhere and with someone, and the young architect was the very
man he wanted. Garry had ridiculed his old-fashioned ideas and had
advised him to let himself go. Was the wiping out of Gilbert's
fortune part of the System? he asked himself.
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