It so happened that the young man already referred to had also seen the wallet, and he at once began to pay attention to the rural visitor. Watching his opportunity, he sat down beside him in the reading room one afternoon.
"It is a pleasant day, sir," he said, sociably.
"So 'tis, so 'tis," said the old man, feeling flattered by attention from a young man of such distinguished appearance.
"I suppose you live in the country?"
"Yes, I am from Orange County."
"The finest part of the State. If my business did not keep me in the city I should like very much to make my residence there."
"What might your business be?" asked the old man, with natural curiosity.
"I am a broker, sir, in Wall Street. Of course you have heard of Wall Street."
"Oh, yes," answered the old man, proud of his familiarity with the name of this famous street. "Is it a pooty good business?"