himself not to admit so much.
"Marriage," he admitted, "isn't beyond my calculations."
"Exactly. Now, you leave that little matter to me, Jim. I know----"
"I think that, if you don't much mind, I shall leave it to myself. There is no hurry, you see."
"Um; yes. I do see. But if there's no hurry, just you wait--just you wait, old man, till you have seen what I can show you. New York is the biggest bond-market and marriage-market in the world." He looked at his watch. "Hello," he said: "I'll be late. Now, look here: where'll you be after the opera? I've got to go there. I hate it, but I have to."
"The opera?" repeated Stainton. "The Metropolitan?"
"But I'm going there myself."
"The devil you are. Where are you?"
Stainton produced his ticket.
Holt glanced at it and shook his head.
"Too close to hear," he said. "But what's the difference? We've all heard the confounded thing so often----"
"I have not," said Stainton.