had just dropped his sugar into his coffee, and was stirring it slowly, watching the little maelstrom in the cup.
"Colonel Ramsay Reed," he said, without looking up. "Yes, I think I 've heard something about his having a daughter. But why do you ask me? Is n't Maud a much better person? She knows everything about everybody."
He glanced at his sister-in-law, the dark, brown-eyed woman, very splendid in her white-and-yellow dress, who sat at the head of the small table. It was just a family party—Mr. and Mrs. Mortimer Gault, Mrs. Mortimer's sister, Letitia Mason, and Mortimer's brother, John Gault. Mrs. Gault, who seemed to be quite oblivious to the impertinence of her brother-in-law's remark, answered smartly:
"I should n't be surprised to hear that Colonel Reed had daughters by the dozens. Who knows really anything about those old bonanza men who 've lost their bonanzas? They drop out of sight, and nobody ever hears of them again. Colonel Reed was in his glory before I was born."
This was a slight exaggeration. Mrs. Mortimer Gault had been born a full thirty-eight years ago, in a house which now has a bakery beneath and furnished rooms above, in the environs of North Beach. It was quite fitting
