"I am enough of an American still to know that your name is a guarantee for any one you introduce." "You are very kind," said Mr.Barker modestly.

Indeed the name of Barker had long been honourably known in connection with New York enterprise.
The Barkers were not Dutch, it is true, but they had the next highest title to consideration in that their progenitor had dwelt in Salem, Massachusetts.
"Bring him in the morning," said the Countess, after a moment's thought.
"About two ?" "Oh no! At eleven or so.

I am a very early person.

I get up at the screech of dawn." "Permit me to thank you on behalf of my friend as well as for myself," said Mr.Barker, bending low over the dark lady's hand as he took his departure.
"So glad to have seen you.

It is pleasant to meet a civilised countryman in these days." "It can be nothing to the pleasure of meeting a charming countrywoman," replied Mr.Barker, and he glided from the room.
The dark lady stood for a moment looking at the door through which her visitor had departed.