observedtheagenttoMarcusasthetwosatsmokingattheendofthetable。“Thelightendshouldberolledtoapoint。“
“Ah，theChinesecigar-makers，“criedMarcus，inapassion，brandishinghisfist。“It’sthemasisruiningthecauseofwhitelabor。Theyare，theyareforaFACT。Ah，therat-eaters！Ah，thewhite-liveredcurs！“
Overinthecorner，bythestandofshelves，OldGranniswaslisteningtoMariaMacapa。TheMexicanwomanhadbeenviolentlystirredoverTrina’ssuddenwealth；Maria’smindhadgonebacktoheryoungerdays。Sheleanedforward，herelbowsonherknees，herchininherhands，hereyeswideandfixed。OldGrannislistenedtoherattentively。
“Therewa’n’tapiecethatwassomuchasscratched，“Mariawassaying。“Everypiecewasjustlikeamirror，smoothandbright；oh，brightasalittlesun。Suchaserviceasthatwas——plattersandsouptureensandanimmensebigpunch-
bowl。Fivethousanddollars，whatdoesthatamountto？Why，thatpunch-bowlalonewasworthafortune。“