"Send in and tell him Mr.Hawker, of Drumston, is here." "Oh, I beg your pardon, Mr.Hawker.I have only just come here, and did not know you.

Porter, show Mr.Hawker in." They went into the formal bank parlour.

There was the leather writing table, the sheet almanac, the iron safe, and all the weapons by which bankers war against mankind, as in all other sanctuaries of the kind.
Moreover, there was the commander-in-chief himself, sitting at the table.

A bald, clever, gentlemanly-looking man, who bowed when they came in.

"Good day, Mr.Hawker.I am obliged to you for calling at last.