A great surprise and pleasure, sir! Thomas, I'm engaged!" This last was directed at the head of the amazed porter, who, as the door slammed in his face, nodded solemnly and remarked: "Fooled ag'in, and I might 'a' known it.

Drat these 'ere billionaires! Why don't they dress like decent people ?" Uncle John had been advised by Patsy where to go for a good cheap luncheon; but he did not heed her admonition.

Instead, he rode in a carriage beside the banker to a splendid club, where he was served with the finest dishes the chef could provide on short notice.
Moreover, Mr.Marvin introduced him to several substantial gentlemen as "Mr.John Merrick, of Portland"; and each one bowed profoundly and declared he was "highly honored." Yet Uncle John seemed in no way elated by this reception.

He retained his simple manner, although his face was more grave than Patsy had often seen it; and he talked with easy familiarity of preferred stocks and amalgamated interests and invested, securities and many other queer things that the banker seemed to understand fully and to listen to with respectful deference.
Then they returned to the bank for another long session together, and there was quite an eager bustle among the clerks as they stretched their necks to get a glimpse of Mr.Marvin's companion.
"It's John Merrick" passed from mouth to mouth, and the uniformed official strutted from one window to another, saying: "I showed him in myself.

And he came into the bank as quiet like as anyone else would." But he didn't go away quietly, you may be sure.