Messrs. Newt & Son smiled sympathetically. The junior partner observed, cheerfully,
“Yes, Sir.”
The millionaire stared at the young man.
“Ma’s going to Saratogy,” remarked Mr. Van Boozenberg. “She said she wanted to go. Werry well, sez I, ma, go.”
Messrs. Newt & Son smiled deferentially, and hoped Mrs. Van B. would enjoy herself.
“No, I ain’t no fear of that,” replied the millionaire.
“Mr. Van Boozenberg,” said Boniface Newt, half-hesitatingly, “you were very kind to undertake that little favor—I—I—”
“Oh! yes, I come in to say I done that as you wanted. It’s all right.”
“And, Mr. Van Boozenberg, I am pleased to introduce to you my son Abel, who has just entered the house.”
Abel rose and bowed.