There! there! go away--don't interrupt me--good-by--God bless you!" That was his way--ah! poor fellow, that was his way.
I went to the head cashier the next morning when I opened my little modicum of an account.

He had received orders to pay my drafts without reference to my balance.

My checks, when I had overdrawn, were to be privately shown to Mr.Fauntleroy.Do many young men who start in business find their prosperous superiors ready to help them in that way?
Well, I got on--got on very fairly and steadily, being careful not to venture out of my depth, and not to forget that small beginnings may lead in time to great ends.

A prospect of one of those great ends--great, I mean, to such a small trader as I was at that period--showed itself to me when I had been some little time in business.

In plain terms, I had a chance of joining in a first-rate transaction, which would give me profit, and position, and everything I wanted, provided I could qualify myself for engaging in it by getting good security beforehand for a very large amount.
In this emergency, I thought of my kind friend, Mr.Fauntleroy, and went to the bank, and saw him once more in his private room.
There he was at the same table, with the same heaps of papers about him, and the same hearty, easy way of speaking his mind to you at once, in the fewest possible words.