"I remembered your weakness, you see," said Talbot.
"Toll, you're a jewel," said Mr. Belcher, drawing out one of the
fragrant rolls and lighting it.
"Now, before we go a step," said Talbot, "you must agree to come to my
house to-morrow night to dinner, and meet some of my friends. When you
come to New York, you'll want to know somebody."
"Toll, I tell you you're a jewel."
"And you'll come?"
"Well, you know I'm not rigged exactly for that sort of thing, and,
faith, I'm not up to it, but I suppose all a man has to do is to put on
a stiff upper lip, and take it as it comes."
"I'll risk you anywhere."
"All right! I'll be there."
"Six o'clock, sharp;--and now let's go and find a broker. I know the
best one in the city, and I'll show you the inside of more fine houses
before night than you have ever seen."
Talbot took the proprietor's arm and led him to a carriage in waiting.
Then he took him to Pine street, and introduced him, in the most
deferential manner, to the broker who held half of New York at his
disposal, and knew the city as he knew his alphabet.
The broker took the pair of house-hunters to a private room, and
unfolded a map of the city before them.
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