To this lucid enunciation of financial procedure, Mackeller did not deign to make a reply.
"Of course," said Stranleigh, hastily, feeling the contempt of silence, "I don't pretend to understand these things. Alexander Corbett, of Selwyn's Bank, generally tries to enlighten me a bit when he's good humoured, but I haven't seen him in the club this week. I suppose he's sitting on his reserve, and holding off borrowers with a pistol."
"It's a very serious outlook," groaned Mackeller.
"Is it? I'm sorry to hear that. You're not entangled in any way, I hope."
"Oh, everybody that needs money is entangled more or less."
"But surely you have a good supply."
"I had," said Mackeller, briefly and significantly.
"And isn't Mrs. Mackeller rather well provided for?"
"Her money was in the Knickerbocker Trust Company, which has closed its doors. They say they will resume payment, but then that is always promised."
Conversation ceased until the waiter, who had placed the refreshments on a table between the two, had withdrawn, closing the door behind him. Lord Stranleigh resumed:
"Well, if you need some cash, Peter, you've only to say so. I'll be your banker till the clouds roll by."
