Dot is awful old, you know." "Yes, seventeenth century, I think," replied Tim.
"Vot you tink, Mr.O'Day?
Ain't dot a k'veer book?
Oh, you don't have met my new clerk, have you, Tim?
Vell dot's funny, for he lives over at Kitty's.

Vell, dis is him--Mr.Felix O'Day.

Tim Kelsey is an olt friend of mine, Mr.O'Day.

You must have seen dot k'veer shop vich falls down into de cellar from de sidevalk--vell, dat's Tim's." Felix smiled good-naturedly, bowed to Kelsey, and taking the huge, brass-bound volume in his hands, passed his fingers gently across the leather and then over the heavy clamps, turning the book to the light of the window so as to examine the chasing the closer.

Tim, who had been watching him, remarked the ease with which he handled the volume and the care with which he ran his eye along the edges of the inside of the back before paying the slightest attention to the quality of the vellum or to the title-page.
"Did you say you thought it was seventeenth century, Mr.Kelsey ?" Felix asked thoughtfully.
"Yes, I should say so." "I would put it somewhat earlier.