"Mr. Wither is very seldom late, and you are often late, my boy. Besides, your father is a friend of mine, and I want to do my duty by him. I want you to get on." "My father is very much obliged to you, sir." "So he tells me," returned Mr. Boxall, with remarkable good humor. "We expect you to dine with us to-morrow, mind." "Thank you, I have another engagement," answered Thomas, with dignity, as he thought. Now at length Mr. Boxall's brow fell. But he looked more disappointed than angry. "I am sorry for that, Tom. I wished you could have dined with us. I won't detain you longer. Mind you don't ink your trousers." Was Thomas never to hear the last of those trousers? He began to wish he had not put them on. He made his bow, and withdrew in chagrin, considering himself disgraced before his fellows, to whom he would gladly have been a model, if he could have occupied that position without too much trouble. But his heart smote him--gently, it must be confessed--for having refused the kindness of Mr. Boxall, and shown so much resentment in a matter wherein the governor was quite right. Mr. Boxall was a man who had made his money without losing his money's worth. Nobody could accuse him of having ever done a mean, not to say a dishonest thing. This would not have been remarkable, had he not been so well recognized as a sharp man of business. The more knowing any jobber about the Exchange, the better he knew that it was useless to dream of getting an advantage over Mr. Boxall. But it was indeed remarkable that he should be able to steer so exactly in the middle course that, while he was keen as an eagle on his own side, he should yet be thoroughly just on the other. And, seeing both sides of a question with such marvelous clearness, in order to keep his own hands clean he was not driven from uncertainty to give the other man anything more than his right. Yet Mr Boxall knew how to be generous upon occasion, both in time and money: the ordinary sharp man of business is stingy of both. The chief fault he had was a too great respect for success. He had risen himself by honest diligence, and he thought when a man could not rise it must be either from a want of diligence or of honesty. Hence he was _a priori_ ready to trust the successful man, and in some instances to trust him too much. That he had a family of three daughters only--one of them quite a child--who had never as yet come into collision with any project or favorite opinion of his, might probably be one negative cause of the continuance of his openheartedness and justice of regard.