Good morning." Henry laughed, and the merchant gave him a strained look.

For a moment the millionaire bore a striking likeness to old Andrew, at the time when he declared that the devil had gone wrong.

The young man sought to soothe him when Brooks was gone; he apologized for laughing; he said that he keenly felt that there was cause for worry, but that the picture of a Chicago merchant standing about at home begging for his breakfast, while important business awaited him at the store, was enough to crack the thickest crust of solemnity.

The merchant's dignity was soon brought back; never was it far beyond his reach.

At breakfast he was severe with silence.
Over and over again during the day Henry repeated Richmond's words, "Whom does it benefit" and these words went to bed with him, and as though restless, they turned and tossed themselves upon his mind throughout the night, and like children, they clamored to be taken up at early morning, to be dressed in the many colors of supposition..