Such a purse had never been carried by any one attentive to her.

Indeed, an experienced traveller, a brisk man of the world, had never come within such close range before.

The purse, the shiny tan shoes, the smart new suit, and the air with which he did things, built up for her a dim world of fortune, of which he was the centre.

It disposed her pleasantly toward all he might do.
He took out a neat business card, on which was engraved Bartlett, Caryoe & Company, and down in the left-hand corner, Chas.

H.Drouet.
"That's me," he said, putting the card in her hand and touching his name.