“Is that you, Paley?” called my uncle, as I made a movement to retire.
“Yes, sir; but I won’t trouble you now, if you are engaged,” I replied.
“Come in; we were talking about you, Mr. Glasswood,” said the president. “I was just telling your uncle how well satisfied I am with you.”
“Thank you, sir. I am very much obliged to you for your good opinion, and I hope I shall always merit it,” I added, with becoming modesty.
“Do you wish to see me, Paley?” asked my uncle.
“Only for a moment, sir; but I will wait till you are at leisure.”
Mr. Bristlebach took his hat and left the office, saying he had no particular business with my uncle.
“The president of the Forty-Ninth speaks well of you, Paley,” said my uncle, good-naturedly. “I was glad to hear it, for I had a hint that you were going a little too fast. Bristlebach and I talked the matter over yesterday.”
“I’m glad you found it all right. Have you my note in your pocket now?” I continued, rather stiffly.
“Yes, I have it.”