Every earmark showed that, from the delicate scent of the paper, to the fine, even handwriting.

Peter wanted to know who she was.

He looked at the check to see by whom it was signed; to find that it was drawn by the cashier of the bank at which it was payable.
Half an hour later, a rapid walk had brought him to the bank the name of which was on the check.

It was an uptown one, which made a specialty of family and women's accounts.

Peter asked for the cashier.
"I've called about this check," he said, when that official materialized, handing the slip of paper to him.
"Yes," said the cashier kindly, though with a touch of the resigned sorrow in his voice which cashiers of "family's" and women's banks acquire.