“We were hoping that you might think a donation of one hundred thousand dollars would be reasonable, given your very bright son’s deep interest in filmmaking.”

“Let me speak with his mother about it, and I’ll get back to you.”

“Of course, Mr. Barrington. Let me give you my direct line.”

Stone wrote down the number, hung up, and buzzed Arrington.

“Hello, there.”

“Are you awake yet?”

“More or less.”

“You recall that I mentioned that Knickerbocker might put the bite on us for a donation?”

“Yes, I recall.”

“Well, they’ve taken less than a week to get around to it. A Mr. Ellis just called and mentioned that their film school equipment badly needs upgrading. They’re looking for a hundred thousand.”

“I talked with Peter about their equipment,” she said. “From what he’s told me about the cost of such stuff, I’d think it would take half a million to make a difference for the film department.”

“I can’t argue with that,” Stone said, “but—”

“Oh, Stone, just tell Joan to write the check on my account and to bring it up to me for a signature. We should get signature cards for my accounts, too, so we can add yours.”

“As you wish, love.”

“See you at lunch.”

Stone hung up and buzzed Joan. “Have you got Arrington’s checkbook?”

“Yes, she gave it to me when she got here.”

“She wants to make a donation to Knickerbocker Hall of five hundred thousand, and she’s asked that you write the check and bring it upstairs for her signature.”

“Will do.”

“Also, she wants me to be a signatory on some of her accounts. Ask her which ones and call them for the proper paperwork. And make her a signatory on my accounts, too.”

“Again, will do.”

Stone called back John Ellis.

“Yes, Mr. Barrington.”

“We’d like to make a donation of five hundred thousand, Mr. Ellis.”

Ellis’s voice lit up. “Well, that’s very generous, Mr. Barrington.”

“And we’d like your personal assurance that the entire sum will be spent on the upgrading of your filming and editing equipment,” he said, “and we’d like to do it anonymously.”

“Of course, of course.”

“The check will go out today.” Stone said good-bye and hung up before Ellis could enthuse further.

Stone and Arrington were having coffee after lunch. Peter and Ben had gone to the movies.

“I told Joan to get you put on all my accounts at Chase,” Arrington said. “Banking and investment.”

“If that’s what you want,” Stone said.

“We have to get something straight,” Arrington said.

“All right.”

“I don’t know exactly how much money you make, and I don’t care, but I don’t expect you to make gifts of half a million dollars from your own resources. We’re married now, and as far as I’m concerned, what’s mine is yours. We’ll have joint accounts on everything. I’ve asked Joan to get us new checks reflecting that.”

“I’d prefer to go on paying for everything I’m accustomed to paying for,” Stone said.