“Yes, sir; better than anybody's.”
“How does your price compare with Wilson's?”
“We are about the same.”
“Then I don't want it. Wilson's are good enough for me.”
“But I can show you ours is better.”
“I don't want any better, unless it's at less price. Wilson's sell themselves.”
The young man looked crestfallen and soon went his way; I took up my story, but instead of asking about this, that or the other article I handed him my price-list and asked him to look it through. He stretched himself on his lounge, and taking the book was about to open it, but stopped to ask, “Have you got a cigar about you?”