Mr.Marvin and Mr.
Isham both escorted their famous client to the door, where the Marvin carriage had been ordered to be in readiness for Mr.Merrick's service.
But Uncle John waived it aside disdainfully.
"I'll walk," he said.

"There are some other errands to attend to." So they shook his hand and reminded him of a future appointment and let him go his way.

In a moment the great Broadway crowd had swallowed up John Merrick, and five minutes later he was thoughtfully gazing into a shop window again.
By and bye he bethought himself of the time, and took a cab uptown.

He had more than the twelve cents in his pocket, now, besides the check book which was carefully hidden away in an inside pocket; so the cost of the cab did not worry him.

He dismissed the vehicle near an uptown corner and started to walk hastily toward Danny Reeves's restaurant, a block away, Patsy was standing in the doorway, anxiously watching for him.
"Oh, Uncle John," she cried, as he strolled "I've been really worried about you; it's such a big city, and you a stranger.