By the time he had made this mental calculation he was half way up the block. Then, his extravagance overwhelming him, he virtuously determined to send back the Gladstone collars, to show the clerk that, while he was a man of fashion, he still had a will of his own.
Refreshed then by this firm conscientious resolve, he went down York Street, where he was hailed by Hungerford from an upper story, and went in to find a small group sitting in inspection of several bundles of tailoring goods which were being displayed in the center of the room by a little bow-legged Yankee with an open appealing countenance.
"I say, Dink, you ought to get in on this," said Hungerford at his entrance.
"What's the game?"
"Here's a wonderful chance. Little bright-eyes here has got a lot of goods dirt cheap and he's giving us the first chance. You see it's this way: he travels for a firm and the end of the season he gets all the samples for himself, so he can let them go dirt cheap."
"Half price," said the salesman nodding. "Half price on everything."
"I've bought a bundle," said Troutman. "It's wonderful goods."
"How much?" said Stover, considering.
"Only twenty dollars for enough to make up a suit. Twenty's right, isn't it, Skenk?"