"Remember I'm a married man," said DeLancy, the incorrigible, with a laugh. "Aren't you ashamed to try and lecture me?" "Have you discovered a gold mine?" said Bojo. "Oh! I got in on two or three good things last Summer," said Fred, who broke off in some confusion at perceiving that he had just divulged to his friend that he had been trying his fortune again in Wall Street. "So that's it," said Bojo grimly. "Thought you'd sworn off." "I never did," said DeLancy obstinately. "It's not my affair, Fred," said Bojo finally. "Only do go slow, old fellow; we're neither of us great manipulators and what comes slowly, goes with a rush." "Honest, Bojo, I am careful," said Fred with a show of conviction. "No more ten per cent. margins and no more wild-cat chances. If I buy, it's on good information, no plunging." "Are you sure?" "Oh, absolutely! I take the solemn oath!" said Fred with a face to convince a meeting of theologians. "And no margins?" "Oh, conservative margins!" "What do you call conservative?" "Twenty-five points--twenty points naturally." Bojo shook his head. "What are you going to do, live here?" "Of course not. We are looking around for an apartment for the Winter." Bojo wanted to know what Louise intended, whether she had made up her mind to leave the stage or not, but he did not know quite how to approach the subject. As he studied DeLancy, he thought he looked irrepressibly happy and indifferent to what lay ahead. He wondered if Fred had made any approaches to his old friends with a view to their accepting his wife. "Will Louise stay here too?" he asked finally. "Naturally." "Is--is she giving up her career?" he said hesitatingly. DeLancy looked rather embarrassed. He did not reply at first. "I have left that to Louise herself. It's her decision. For the present nothing is settled, not as yet." Bojo felt the embarrassment that possessed him. He had come to ask a score of questions. He started to leave with the feeling that he had found out nothing. At the noise of his going, Louise came out of the room with her hair down. Probably she had been listening. She said good-by to him with extra cordiality, with an ironical look in her eyes. "Mind you look us up after." "Yes, yes." Fred accompanied him to the elevator. "As soon as we are settled we'll have a spree," he said with an attempt at the old gaiety. "Of course." Bojo went off shrugging his shoulders, saying to himself, "Where will it all end?"