"Castle Havens is one of the show places of the country," Oliver
added. "You'll see the real thing this time." And while they
lunched, he went on to entertain his brother with particulars
concerning the place and its owners. John had inherited the bulk of
the enormous Havens fortune, and he posed as his father's successor
in the Steel Trust. Some day some one of the big men would gobble
him up; meantime he amused himself fussing over the petty details of
administration. Mrs. Havens had taken a fancy to a rural life, and
they had built this huge palace in the hills of Connecticut, and she
wrote verses in which she pictured herself as a simple
shepherdess--and all that sort of stuff. But no one minded that,
because the place was gr'and, and there was always so much to do.
They had forty or fifty polo ponies, for instance, and every spring
the place was filled with polo men.

At the depot they caught sight of Charlie Carter, in his big red
touring-car. "Are you going to the Havens's?" he said. "Tell them
we're going to pick up Chauncey on the way."

"That's Chauncey Venable, the Major's nephew," said Oliver, as they
strolled to the train. "Poor Chauncey--he's in exile!"

"How do you mean?" asked Montague.

"Why, he daren't come into New York," said the other. "Haven't you
read about it in the papers? He lost one or two hundred thousand the
other night in a gambling place, and the district attorney's trying
to catch him."