Mr. Onthank was considerably impressed by the tall and stately buildings on Broadway.
"Is your office near here, Mr. Clayton?" he asked.
"Yes, quite near."
Near the junction of Wall and New Streets Clayton led the way into a handsome office, occupied by a firm of well-known brokers.
"This is my office," he said. "Don't ask me any questions till we come out."
They entered the room, but many were entering, and no particular notice was taken of them.
"There's a sight of clerks," said the farmer. "You must do a big business."
"We do. Wait here a minute till I speak to my cashier."
He went up to a window, and in a tone inaudible to Mr. Onthank asked the price of a particular stock. Of course an answer was given, so that they appeared to be conferring together. Then he rejoined his Orange County friend, and they walked slowly to the end of the counter.