But he had not to wait long, for with a promptitude that gave one some inkling of the secret of Mr.Maddison's business success, the millionaire entered.
In a rapid survey the Count perceived a tall man in the neighborhood of sixty: gray-haired, gray-eyed, and gray-faced.

The clean-shaved and well-cut profile included the massive foundation of jaw which Bunker had confidently anticipated, and though his words sounded florid in a European ear, they were uttered in a voice that corresponded excellently with this predominant chin.
"I am very pleased to see you, sir, very pleased indeed," he assured the Count not once but several times, shaking him heartily by the hand and eyeing him with a glance accustomed to foresee several days before his fellows the probable fluctuations in the price of anything.
"I have taken the liberty of calling upon you in the capacity of Lord Tulliwuddle's confidential friend," the Count began.

"He is at present, as you may perhaps have learned, visiting his ancestral possessions----" "My dear sir, for some days we have been expecting his lordship and yourself to honor us with a visit," Mr.Maddison interposed.

"You need not trouble to introduce yourself.

The name of Count Bunker is already familiar to us." He bowed ceremoniously as he spoke, and the Count with no less politeness laid his hand upon his heart and bowed also.
"I looked forward to the meeting with pleasure," he replied.