The next day Young made the arrangements with a woman in Nassau Street who was famous for good cooking, secured two fine front rooms, subscribed for a number of New York and Philadelphia daily papers, and showed Powelton, the president of the club, and the other members of the Board of Directors, how skilful he was in business affairs. His experience in the bank helped him here.
"THE INVINCIBLES."
They had a dignified negro waiter, and they dined in the evening and it all seemed very fine and luxurious.
On the following Wednesday he took his place at the head of the table. "The Invincibles" the club called itself, and they had a dignified negro waiter and they dined in the evening, and it all seemed very fine and luxurious to Young. He missed Barrows and old Jim Wilson, the long, thin fellow who was studying for the ministry, and he felt a little abashed at first before these more noisy, jolly fellows. He was afraid they would think him very green.
But they respected him all the more for being quiet, and his soberness of mien, which had formerly made him ridiculous, now impressed these fellows as something fine. They were younger than he.
"He doesn't say much," one of them remarked after the first day at the new club.
"No," said another, "but when the time comes he can act."
"He's matured, and has reserved strength and all that. You can see it in his face." That was Lucky Lee, who had reason for admiring Young's strength.
Naturally it was quite flattering to Young—and so it would be to you or me—to find these fellows of whom he had been half afraid, treating him as if they were half afraid of him. He could not help discerning how pleased some of the younger members were to find themselves walking to chapel or recitation with the right guard of the class team—"the man that did up Ballard." Nor could he help being pleased at it.