He could sell all of his soap to the family grocer, surely; or, if not, to other grocers.

Other people were anxious to get this soap at this price.

Why not he?
The auctioneer paused.
"Thirty-two once! Am I bid thirty-three?
Thirty-two twice! Am I bid thirty-three?
Thirty-two three times! Seven fine cases of soap.

Am I bid anything more?
Once, twice! Three times! Am I bid anything more ?"--his hand was up again--"and sold to Mr.-- ?" He leaned over and looked curiously into the face of his young bidder.
"Frank Cowperwood, son of the teller of the Third National Bank," replied the boy, decisively.
"Oh, yes," said the man, fixed by his glance.
"Will you wait while I run up to the bank and get the money ?" "Yes.

Don't be gone long.