The house pleased him. It was a large dwelling fronting on the avenue. A handsome carriage was just leaving the door, and in the carriage was a very lovely young woman. The entrance, the reception parlour, the servant who admitted him, all the apparent accessories of the house and household indicated wealth and refinement. What a heaven in comparison with that back room on Second Avenue! For the first time in many a month Roland had a sense of success in what he was going to do, and the feeling gave him a portion of the elements necessary to success.
Mr. Lanhearne received him at once. He was a kindly looking old gentleman, with fine manners and an intelligent face.
“Mr. Tresham,” he said, “I was attracted by your name. I once had a friend––a very pleasant friend indeed, called Tresham.”
“Did he live in London, sir?”
“He did.”
“He was Lord Mayor in the year 18--?”
“He was. Did you know him?”
“I am his son. I remember you very well. You went with me and my father to buy my first pony.”
“I did indeed. Mr. Tresham, sit down, sir. You are very welcome. I am grateful for your visit. And how is my old acquaintance? I have not heard of him for many years. We are both Cornishmen, and you know the Cornish motto is ‘One and all.’”