Kent took time for reflection before he answered. It was exceedingly difficult to eliminate the personal factor in the equation. If all went well, if by due process of law the Trans-Western should be rescued out of the hands of the wreckers, the property would be a long time recovering from the wounds inflicted by the cut rates and the Guilford bad management. In consequence, any advance in the market value of the stock must be slow and uncertain under the skilfullest handling. But, while it might be advisable for Mrs. Brentwood to take what she could get, the transfer of the three thousand shares at the critical moment might be the death blow to all his hopes in the fight for retrieval. Happily, he hit upon the expedient of shifting the responsibility for the decision to other shoulders. "I scarcely feel competent to advise you in a matter which is personal rather than legal," he said at length. "Have you talked it over with Mr. Ormsby?" Mrs. Brentwood's reply was openly contemptuous. "Brookes Ormsby doesn't know anything about dollars. You have to express it in millions before he can grasp it. He says for me not to sell at any price." Kent shook his head. "I shouldn't put it quite so strongly. At the same time, I am not the person to advise you." The shrewd eyes looked up at him quickly. "Would you mind telling me why, Mr. Kent?" "Not in the least. I am an interested party. For weeks Mr. Loring and I have been striving by all means to prevent transfers of the stock from the hands of the original holders. I don't want to advise you to your hurt; but to tell you to sell might be to undo all that has been done." "Then you are still hoping to get the railroad out of Major Guilford's hands?" "Yes." "And in that case the price of the stock will go up again?" "That is just the difficulty. It may be a long time recovering." "Do you think the sale of my three thousand shares would make any difference?" she asked. "There is reason to fear that it would make all the difference." She was silent for a time, and when she spoke again Kent realized that he was coming to know an entirely unsuspected side of Elinor's mother. "It makes it pretty hard for me," she said slowly. "This little drib of railroad stock is all that my girls have left out of what their father willed them. I want to save it if I can." "So do I," said David Kent, frankly; "and for the same reason." Mrs. Brentwood confined herself to a dry "Why?" "Because I have loved your elder daughter well and truly ever since that summer at the foot of Old Croydon, Mrs. Brentwood, and her happiness and well-being concern me very nearly." "You are pretty plain-spoken, Mr. Kent. I suppose you know Elinor is to be married to Brookes Ormsby?" Mrs. Brentwood was quite herself again. Kent dexterously equivocated. "I know they have been engaged for some time," he said; but the small quibble availed him nothing. "Which one of them was it told you it was broken off?" she inquired.