We hurried away, and as we left the inn I could not help thinking how cleverly he had planned my errand of good-will.
CHAPTER IV.—IN WHICH WE MEET TWO GREAT MEN
E took an omnibus, and were presently in the big house on Washington Square.
“Hello, young man!” said the Commodore, as he took the hand of McCarthy. “Going out to the stable to look at a sick horse. Come along!”
He donned his overcoat, which had a collar of gray fur of about the shade of his hair, and it put a wonderful finish on him. I never saw in all my life a better figure of a man.