"Bob McDonald? Why, he's my cousin, sir. If you know him, give me your hand. My name, sir, is William Hale, of Savannah, and this is my cousin, Mr. Clemens, of Mobile" (turning to his friend), "Mr. —— Ah! excuse me, but you have not given me your name, sir, I forgot."
Fully pleased, Harry pulled out a card case from his vest pocket, and presented to Mr. Hale a neat card, inscribed:—
HENRY CLARKSON DUBOIS,
Attorney at Law.
Specialty—Dealing in Real Estate, Effecting Loans, and
Securing Advances on Cotton.
Office, 34 Pine Street, N. Y. City.
"Pardon me that I give you my business card; I find I have no other about me."
"Ah, Mr. Dubois! I am sure I am very glad to know you as Bob McDonald's friend. Tell me when you last saw him. How was he? Jolly fellow—isn't he? Take some wine with us? and your friend, too; he'll join us?"
Harry was nothing loth to accept the wine. He was making splendid progress, he doubtless thought; and joining in the wine, he said, "You asked when I last saw Bob. Well, when he was here in New York, three months ago, on his way to Hamilton, Canada, he was my guest for a week, at the Metropolitan, where I board."