“No doubt you are right, Maria. Shall you stay long in the city?”
“My plans are not formed yet, Uncle Henry, but I will apprise you of them when I have made up my mind. And now I must really say good morning.”
“Good morning, Maria. Good morning, Edwin.”
Ben shook the old man’s hand, and followed Mrs. Harcourt out of the room.
“Well?” said the lady interrogatively. “What do you think of him?”
“He didn’t seem to me feeble-minded.”
“Probably not. He was unduly quiet. He has strange delusions, however. Last night he fancied himself to be Christopher Columbus. I don’t know if he has got over it yet.”
“He seems to be a very pleasant old man.”
“Yes, he was in a pleasant mood. Perhaps when you next see him it may be different. Now let us go to the carriage. I am going to Wall Street.”