"Is he here himself?" "Not he. He doesn’t care for this sort of thing. That football-playerish sort of fellow that the niece introduced you to—that’s young Hallett she’s dancing with now—he’s the son of George J. And there’s George J. himself!" Luke remembered that George J. Hallett was one of the financiers whose name was most frequently associated with the donor of diamonds and benefactor of medical research. "And," continued Porcellis, "do you see that stoutish, nervous pale man over there talking to the British Ambassador? Oh, don’t be alarmed: they’re probably not talking about anything more important than how they hate dances. Well, that’s the third member of the triumvirate: that’s L. Bergen Rivington." Luke went home in the early dawn, feeling that these were pleasant people, however they came by their money, and that he had certainly judged the one that was not there long before he knew much about him. §4. Leighton was out of town—he, too, was before the legislature’s investigating committee at Albany—and the bar-examination was not to be held for a week or more, so that Luke had the next few days to devote to himself. The use that he put them to was an endeavor to learn what he could of the city of which he had seen so little before he came to live there. He saw what, considered of itself, was a great deal, but what, considered as a part of New York, was minute; and at many turns, the number of which surprised him—for long as he had known of the man’s power, he never before looked for its effects—he came across traces of that financier who more and more seemed to him to be the controlling force in America. He was shown a great college, handsomely housed, splendidly equipped, in which the higher education was provided free to every graduate of the public schools that chose to take advantage of it, and this, he was told, had been given to New York by the great "money editor." He was taken through a cancer hospital, where mesothorium, which cost about $52,000 a grain, and radium at $64,000, had been bought and were kept and used without charge in the treatment of poor patients—where physicians and surgeons of international repute were engaged to spend all their time searching for a true cure and final prevention—and this institution had been largely endowed by the same man, whose first wife, it appeared, had died of cancer. There were homes for destitute widows, pure-milk depots, orphan asylums, all assisted by this man or his associates. "Do you know him?" Luke asked Porcellis one evening as they sat at dinner in the latter’s club. They had been talking of many things, but Luke found this one conspicuously interesting.