goose. So he left. He is down at Brighton in his mother's house, living out of doors.'
Judy stirred her tea thoughtfully.
' Has he told Sybil yet?' she asked. ' You remember he would not let us tell her; he said he wished to tell her himself.'
' I don't know; I know he meant to.'
' Humanly speaking, what chance has he got?' she asked.
' A good one, if he will be sensible; he probably won't. But one person could make him sensible.'
Judy never asked unnecessary questions, and let this pass in silence.
' And have you heard from the millionaire?' she asked.
' Bertie? Yes. Bertie seems uncommonly happy. So should I be if I was going to marry the richest girl in the five continents. Also I think he's in love with her.'
' Isn't Gallio delighted?'
' Yes; for the first time in his life, he really takes an interest in Bertie. He says a man's efficiency is measured by his success. Success means income, you know. Gallio speaks of himself as the most inefficient man of his own acquaintance. But the pictures have to be sold, all the same. Bertie's news came a little too late.'
' Pictures?' asked Judy.
' Hadn't you heard. You see, Gallio, about a month ago, suddenly became aware that he had a genius for speculating on the Stock Exchange. He chose American rails to exercise his genius on. But the American rails went flat, and knocked him flat. So all the Dutch pictures are up at Christie's next week. He doesn't care. As soon as he gets the money for them, he is going to speculate again. He has written to Bertie in case he can get any sort of special information from Palmer. He has stockbrokers to dinner, and lunches with bulls and bears.'
