"Thank you, Mr. Nichols. I feel rich."
"It is a good beginning at any rate. I am ten years older than you probably, but I haven't as much money as you. But I don't envy you, and I won't even ask for a loan."
When Mark left the office and reappeared on Broadway his face was flushed with pleasure, and he walked with the elastic step of one whose spirits are light.
Just as he stepped into the street, he met his cousin Edgar.
"Hello!" said Edgar in a condescending tone. "So it's you, is it?"
"To the best of my knowledge it is, my good cousin."
"Don't call me cousin," said Edgar, hastily.
"I won't," answered Mark promptly. "I am just as much ashamed of the relationship as you are."
"I suppose that is a joke!" responded Edgar haughtily. "If it is, it is a poor one."
"No joke at all!"