"Why, before they closed down. You sold out, I hope?"
There was a sudden catch in her breath.
"Yes, I sold out some time ago."
"Glad of that," he declared, with very evident relief, suddenly losing interest in the fox's ears. Inches had none of Dayton's prejudices in regard to woman's "sphere," but he was none the less rejoiced to know that this particular woman, with the tired-looking eyes, had not "got hurt," as he would have put it.
"It's been a bad business all round," he went on, waxing confidential as he was prone to do. "Why, I knew a man that bought twenty thousand shares at a dollar-ten three weeks ago, just before she closed down, and he's never had the sand to sell."
"What could he get to-day?" Marietta asked. Her voice sounded in her ears strange and far away.
"Well, I don't know. I was offered some at six cents, but I don't know anybody that wants it."
Marietta's throat felt parched and dry, and now there was a singing in her ears; but she gave no outward sign.
"Pretty hard on some folks," she remarked.
"I should say so!"
