His manners, too, seemed to have changed with his outer apparel, the off-hand boorishness of the whilom "deck hand" having vanished with his cast-off raiment.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sir," he said to Fritz, still, however, with the strongly accentuated "sir" he had noticed in those who had spoken to him at New York, "but I've hurried up as quickly as I could.

Shall we now go ashore ?" "Certainly," said Fritz, "although you've not detained me, I assure you.
I have had plenty to look at during the little time I've been waiting." "Ah, you've not seen half of Providence yet," replied the other, as the two stepped from the gangway that led from the deck of the steamer on to the stone quay alongside.

"Why, some of the houses further up are finer than those of Broadway!" "This is your native place, I suppose ?" said Fritz slyly.
"Yes," answered his companion, "but I do not flatter it on that account." The two walked on, until presently the Rhode Islander stopped in front of one of the smaller hotels.

This looked, despite its lesser proportions, in comparison with its larger rivals, far more respectable and aristocratic--if such terms may be permitted to anything appertaining to the land of so-called "equality" and "freedom," where, according to the poetical belief, there is no aristocracy save hat of merit and shoddy! "Let's go in here," said the deck hand.

"It is a great place for the merchants and sea-captains, and I might be able to introduce you to some one I know while we're having a drink." "It's too early for that," said Fritz, feeling inclined to draw back, remembering what his companion had confessed the night before about his habits.
"Ah, I see," exclaimed the other, colouring up as he took the hint, being evidently highly sensitive.