"Of course you don't. They came up from the weeds recently--along with Porshinger and Murchison and Berryman and their ilk." "Who are Porshinger and Murchison?" Stephanie asked. "Bounders. Plenty of money and an unlimited supply of brass. You know the sort. They are friends of the Woodsides and are down here very often. You may be afforded a view of them to-morrow." "I saw them to-day--they spoke to Marcia Emerson as we were leaving Partridge's." "Well, did you see much?" remarked Gladys. "I saw two men--well groomed and superficially presentable." "You saw it all then--you won't care to go deeper." "You say they have money?" "Great wads of it." "What is their business?" "Capitalists and professional directors," Gladys replied. "They are on about every important Board in town--including the Tuscarora Trust Company." "Where did they make it?" "Oil--principally and first. Afterward they made it everywhere. I think they must coin it, to tell you the truth. If you sold them a piece of swamp and scrub oak, gold would be discovered on it the next day. They're buying their way into Society; already they seem to regard it as an asset to be realized on. It is only a matter of time until they capitalize it, issue bonds on it, and have the stock for their own profit--you understand?" "Not exactly!" laughed Stephanie, "but I catch your idea: They are exceedingly objectionable and offensively rich." "Exactly!--and not a lot more beside. They are worse than bounders, they're muckers. That is about the meanest, most contemptible thing one man can call another, isn't it?" It was easy to see that Gladys reflected her father's opinion of Porshinger and Murchison, and it disturbed Stephanie. If one of Mr. Chamberlain's disposition so considered them, then, beyond question, they were a bad lot and she must warn Montague at the earliest moment. She could not understand how Pendleton and she had offended--when she had not even so much as a recollection of ever having seen them before to-day. And it was a joint offence, at least she was joined in it someway, for they had distinctly mentioned her name and included her in their meditated revenge--that is, Porshinger had included her, Murchison, as she remembered, had been against it. "This Mr. Porshinger," she said--"is he particularly vindictive?" "Vindictive?" was Gladys' puzzled interrogation. "That is a bit strong, maybe. Unforgiving--unrelenting, is better." "Why do you ask?" the other inquired. "I just wanted to know." "So one would naturally suppose," said Gladys. "However, I did hear a man, whom I consider thoroughly discriminating, say one day recently that he regarded Porshinger as vindictive as an Apache and as cruel, without conscience and without mercy. Is that sufficiently definite?" "Appallingly so!" Stephanie replied. "Do you mind telling me who has fallen under his displeasure?" "I have."