It was Humanity in flood; Life at full tide.
Many a woman and not a few men turned to take a second look at the tanned, eager face and straight, supple figure, as, with smiling, yet keen eyes, he stalked along with the free, swinging gait caught on the mountains, so different from the quick, short steps of the city man.
Beggars, and some who from their look and apparel might not have been beggars, applied to him so often that he said to one of them, a fairly well-dressed man with a nose of a slightly red tinge: "Well, I must have a very benevolent face or a very credulous one!" "You have," said the man, with brazen frankness, pocketing the half-dollar given him on his tale of a picked pocket and a remittance that had gone wrong.
Keith laughed and passed on.
Meantime, Keith was making some discoveries.

He did not at first call on Norman Wentworth.

He had a feeling that it might appear as if he were using his friendship for a commercial purpose.

He presented his business letters.

His letters, however, failed to have the weight he had expected.