Would Mr.Tibbets have a cigar?
Mr.Tibbets would, and, on the assurance that they were nicer than he would be apt to find elsewhere, Mr.Tibbets consented to put a handful of cigars into his pocket.

Mr.Tibbets then drew up to the table, whittled his pencil, straightened out his paper, and proceeded to business, looking much, as he faced the proprietor, like a Sunday-school teacher on a rainy day, with the one pupil before him who had braved the storm because he had his lesson at his tongue's end.
As the substance of the questions and answers appeared in the next morning's "Tattler," hereafter to be quoted, it is not necessary to recite them here.

At the close of the interview, which was very friendly and familiar, Mr.Belcher rose, and with the remark: "You fellows must have a pretty rough time of it," handed the reporter a twenty-dollar bank-note, which that gentleman pocketed without a scruple, and without any remarkable effusiveness of gratitude.

Then Mr.Belcher wanted him to see the house, and so walked over it with him.

Mr.Tibbets was delighted.