If you please, let us only do the fairest kind of business." The shot told; the Irrepressible was silenced; and I profited by the chance to pour in a broadside of another sort.

He was all sunk in money-getting, I pointed out; he never dreamed of anything but dollars.
Where were all his generous, progressive sentiments?
Where was his culture?
I asked.

And where was the American Type?
"It's true, Loudon," he cried, striding up and down the room, and wildly scouring at his hair.

"You're perfectly right.

I'm becoming materialised.