He would have enjoyed, too, Parkins's amazement.

As the Receiving Teller of the Exeter Bank reached the hall floor the President of the Clearing House--the most distinguished man in the Street and one to whom Breen kotowed with genuflections equalling those of Parkins--accompanied by his daughter and followed by the senior partner of Breen & Co., were making their way to the front door.

The second man in the chocolate livery with the potato-bug waistcoat had brought the Magnate's coat and hat, and Parkins stood with his hand on the door-knob.

Then, to the consternation of both master and servant, the great man darted forward and seized Peter's hand.
"Why, my dear Mr.Grayson! This is indeed a pleasure.

I didn't see you--were you inside ?" "No--I've been upstairs with young Mr.Breen," replied Peter, with a comprehensive bow to Host, Magnate and Magnate's daughter.