His coldness was almost all in Joseph's imagination, but to the apothecary it seemed such that he was nearly induced to walk away without answering.

However, he replied: "A young man whom I have employed refers to you to recommend him." "Yes, sir?
Prhay, who is that ?" "Your cousin, I believe, Mr.Raoul Innerarity." M.Grandissime gave a low, short laugh, and took two steps toward his desk.
"Rhaoul?
Oh yes, I rhecommend Rhaoul to you.

As an assistant in yo' sto' ?--the best man you could find." "Thank you, sir," said Joseph, coldly.

"Good-morning!" he added turning to go.
"Mr.Frhowenfeld," said the other, "do you evva rhide ?" "I used to ride," replied the apothecary, turning, hat in hand, and wondering what such a question could mean.
"If I send a saddle-hoss to yo' do' on day aftah to-morrhow evening at fo' o'clock, will you rhide out with me for-h about a hour-h and a half--just for a little pleasu'e ?" Joseph was yet more astonished than before.

He hesitated, accepted the invitation, and once more said good-morning..