Now, he was a welcome visitor at the best houses in New York, and all was rose to him.
Adrian Van Zoon, who had not only wealth but strong connections, was there, but, as on recent occasions he took no notice of Robert, until late in the evening when the guests were dancing the latest Paris and London dances in the great drawing-room.

Robert was resting for a little space and as he leaned against the wall the merchant drew near him and addressed him with much courtesy.
"I fear, Mr.Lennox," he said, "that I have spoken to you rather brusquely, for which I offer many apologies.

It was due, perhaps, to the commercial rivalries of myself and Mr.Hardy, in whose house you are staying.

It was but natural for me to associate you with him." "I wish to be linked with him," said Robert, coldly.

"I have a great liking and respect for Mr.Hardy." Mynheer Van Zoon laughed and seemed not at all offended.
"The answer of a lad, and a proper one for a lad," he said.