At the same time he meant to become imposingly rich.

An active member of a young and very smart set which had been growing up on the North Side, he rode, drove, was instrumental in organizing a new and exclusive country club, and despised the rank and file as unsuited to the fine atmosphere to which he aspired.

Mr.Clifford Du Bois, the managing editor, was a cool reprobate of forty, masquerading as a gentleman, and using the Inquirer in subtle ways for furthering his personal ends, and that under the old General's very nose.

He was osseous, sandy-haired, blue-eyed, with a keen, formidable nose and a solid chin.

Clifford Du Bois was always careful never to let his left hand know what his right hand did.
It was this sapient pair that received Cowperwood in the old General's absence, first in Mr.Du Bois's room and then in that of Mr.MacDonald.
The latter had already heard much of Cowperwood's doings.