" Sybil brightened up. She was by nature
easily moved, and Ruth's words had stimulated her imagination.
"He _is_ awfully clever," she said, her eyes shining.
"Why, this sort of thing happens every six months to anybody who has
anything to do with Wall Street," proceeded Ruth, fired by her own
optimism. "You read about it in the papers every day. Nobody thinks
anything of it."
Sybil, though anxious to look on the bright side, could not quite rise
to these heights of scorn for the earthquake which had shaken her
world.
"I hope not. It would be awful to go through a time like this again."
Ruth reassured her, though it entailed a certain inconsistency on her
part. She had a true woman's contempt for consistency.
"Of course you won't have to go through it again. Bailey will be
careful in future not to--not to do whatever it is that he has done."
She felt that the end of her inspiring speech was a little weak, but
she did not see how she could mend it. Her talk with Mr. Meadows on the
telephone had left her as vague as before as to the actual details of
what had been happening that day in Wall Street. She remembered stray
remarks of his about bulls, and she had gathered that something had
happened to something which Mr. Meadows called G.R.D.'s, which had
evidently been at the root of the trouble; but there her grasp of high
finance ended.
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