He knew that his credit was experiencing the pangs of an early mortality; he was not sensitive, yet for some days he had been sensible of the fact that what he called the commercial class was viewing him with open disfavor, but he must hang on in Raleigh a little longer--for him it had become the abode of hope.

The judge considered the matter.

At least he could let people see something of that decent respect with which Miss Malroy treated him.
They were entering Raleigh now, and he ordered the coachman to pull his horses down to a walk.

He had decided to make use of the Belle Plain turnout in creating an atmosphere of confidence and trust--especially trust.

To this end he spent the best part of an hour interviewing his creditors.