“... Spectacles adorning a face like the full moon.”
The worthy young gentleman in round spectacles, mild, moonlike, but precise, turned it over, shot a glance at the back, pushed it back to the newcomer and said:
“Isn’t endorsed.”
Mr. Petre looked at him with a vacant look of perplexed inquiry.
“Are you the payee?” said the humble associate of international finance, with just as much impatience as he ever allowed himself. But Mr. Petre boggled at the word “payee.”
“Are you the person to whom the check is made out?”
He understood that! “Yes,” said Mr. Petre.
“Do you want to pay it in?”
“I—I suppose so,” said Mr. Petre.
How great is England! The young man went off with no more concern than if he were carrying a postage stamp. He was absent about five minutes, during which time Mr. Petre stood gently drumming his fingers upon the counter and wondering what would happen next.