I am just passing through Chicago, and I thought I would present this letter now rather than later.

I thought you might tell me a little about the city from an investment point of view." As Cowperwood talked, Addison, a short, heavy, rubicund man with grayish-brown sideburns extending to his ear-lobes and hard, bright, twinkling gray eyes--a proud, happy, self-sufficient man--munched his apple and contemplated Cowperwood.

As is so often the case in life, he frequently liked or disliked people on sight, and he prided himself on his judgment of men.

Almost foolishly, for one so conservative, he was taken with Cowperwood--a man immensely his superior--not because of the Drexel letter, which spoke of the latter's "undoubted financial genius" and the advantage it would be to Chicago to have him settle there, but because of the swimming wonder of his eyes.

Cowperwood's personality, while maintaining an unbroken outward reserve, breathed a tremendous humanness which touched his fellow-banker.