This class found entrance very difficult. They had first to announce the nature of their business. If it required personal attention, they were introduced to a species of general agent, who was high in Mr. Meeker's confidence. If this last character was satisfied, then an interview could be had with the great man himself.
I say, one day Hiram was seated in his most private apartment, quite alone. He was engaged in calculations for some large real-estate improvements involving an outlay of at least a million of dollars. He had given orders not to be interrupted, and was deeply absorbed in his plans, when the door opened, and a young man came in with a quick step.
Hiram did not look up. He supposed it was some one connected with the establishment.
'Is this Mr. Meeker?' was asked, in a vigorous, earnest voice.
Hiram raised his head, and beheld an individual apparently five-and-twenty, dressed rather carelessly, but in the manner of a gentleman. He was of goodly proportions, and had dark hair, a clear complexion, and keen gray eyes.
Hiram made no reply to the question, except to ask, 'What is your name?'
'Dr. Ephraim Peters,' said the young man with the sparkling gray eyes.
'Who admitted you?' continued Hiram.
'I had a pressing errand of life and death, and could not wait for a formal presentation.'
'What is your business?'