His hard, hairless face, his watchful gray eyes, his thin, resolute lips, said plainly, in so many words, "I mean to get on in the world; and, if you are in my way, I mean to get on at your expense." Mr.Delamayn was habitually polite to every body--but he had never been known to say one unnecessary word to his dearest friend.

A man of rare ability; a man of unblemished honor (as the code of the world goes); but not a man to be taken familiarly by the hand.

You would never have borrowed money of him--but you would have trusted him with untold gold.

Involved in private and personal troubles, you would have hesitated at asking him to help you.

Involved in public and producible troubles, you would have said, Here is my man.