human
I imagine you are right, she admitted pleasantly.
gpt
So you found a backer? A mining man?
human
Not on your life. None of your wild west for me. As soon as some business is straightened out here, it's back to Broadway.
gpt
Who is it? ventured the other cautiously.
human
Mr. Beaton?
gpt
Ned Beaton! Miss La Rue's voice rose to a shriek.
human
Oh, Lord! I should say not! Why that fellow never had fifty dollars of his own at one time in his life. You know Beaton, don't you?
gpt
Well, hardly that. We have conversed at the table down-stairs.
human
I suppose any sort of a man in a decent suit of clothes looks good enough to talk to out here. But don't let Beaton fool you. He's only a tin-horn sport.
gpt
Then it is the other?
human
Sure; he's the real thing. Not much to look at, maybe, but he fairly oozes the long green. He's a lawyer.
gpt
Oh, indeed, and Miss Donovan's eyes darkened. She was interested, now feeling herself on the verge of discovery.
human
From New York?
gpt
Sure, maybe you've heard of him? He knew you as soon as Beaton mentioned your name; he's Patrick Enright of Enright and Dougherty.