It was not the face of a drunkard, but there was the redness of many glasses of wine in his complexion, and a nose that expressed nothing so much as pampered self-indulgence.

He had the reputation of being a good, sharp business man, with his "eye-teeth cut," but his conversation was: "Well--ha! ha!--and how's Katy?
Divine as ever! he! he!" rattling the keys and coins in his pocket and frisking about.

"Beautiful evening! And how does my sweet Katy?
The loveliest maiden in the town! He! he! ha! ha! I declare!" Then, as Albert came in and was introduced, he broke out with: "Glad to see you! By George! He! he! Brother, eh?
Always glad to see anybody related to Kate.

Look like her a little.

That's a compliment to you, Mr.Charlton, he! he! You aren't quite so handsome though, by George! Confound the cigar"-- throwing it away; "I ordered a box in Red Owl last week--generally get 'em in Chicago.