Grund, so his father said, and possibly three or four others, had made over a hundred thousand dollars apiece.

It wasn't exactly legitimate, he seemed to think, and yet it was, too.

Why shouldn't such inside information be rewarded?
Somehow, Frank realized that his father was too honest, too cautious, but when he grew up, he told himself, he was going to be a broker, or a financier, or a banker, and do some of these things.
Just at this time there came to the Cowperwoods an uncle who had not previously appeared in the life of the family.

He was a brother of Mrs.
Cowperwood's--Seneca Davis by name--solid, unctuous, five feet ten in height, with a big, round body, a round, smooth head rather bald, a clear, ruddy complexion, blue eyes, and what little hair he had of a sandy hue.

He was exceedingly well dressed according to standards prevailing in those days, indulging in flowered waistcoats, long, light-colored frock-coats, and the invariable (for a fairly prosperous man) high hat.