The room was not fitted up for show, but for business.

Its furniture consisted mainly of a roll-top desk, a stamp with its handle sticking up like the tail of an excited cat, a dingy carpet and several chairs of a shape so ungenial to the human form as to suggest that a hint at me desirability of a visitor's early withdrawal might have been incorporated in their construction.
"I will see if Colton has come down," Witherspoon remarked, glancing through a door into another room.

"Yes, there he is.

He's coming.

Mr.
Colton," said Witherspoon, with deep impressiveness, "this is my son Henry." The old man bowed with a politeness in which there was a reminder of a slower and therefore a more courteous day, and taking the hand which Henry cordially offered him, said: "To meet you affects me profoundly, sir.