'"
Hubert Tracy winced under this remark but the fact was lost upon the
other who innocently exclaimed, "Any trouble in the shipping
business just now."
The young man laughed.
"Thank heaven I'm right on that score and don't even expect much
trouble unless the world would get turned upside down."
"Which is an unlikelihood," said Phillip adroitly. And much as we
speak of the uncertainties of this world, the latter remark might be
accepted as a truism in regard to the pecuniary affairs of Hubert
Tracy.
He was the heir of a rich uncle--a modern Croesus--a man who had
amassed a princely fortune by his wonderful success as a
manufacturer and speculator.
It was this circumstance which gave the nephew such value in the
eyes of good society. Hubert Tracy was fully aware how matters
stood. He knew that money was the only screen to cover up all the
shortcomings and glaring deformities of our nature. He well knew
that he could haunt the abode of dissipation and vice and fill up
the intervals with the gaieties of the fashionable drawing-rooms. He
well knew that a young man of pure morals with strong determination
to rise to the highest manhood would have no chance with the heir of
Peter Tracy.
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