"Dear me," said Maud, "it will be very trying to have him alone--just like a real guest. If he'd only bring his friends with him, why, they could entertain him. As it is, we'll have to. Because, even if we are innkeepers now, we belong to the same station in life that he does, and he knows it and we know it. I don't see how we can ever have the face to send in a bill afterward." "I don't either," said Mary, "but we must." "I've never pictured him," said Arthur, "as a man who would brave early spring in the Adirondacks for the sake of a few trout." "I bet you my first dividend," said Lee, "that his coat is lined with sable." It was. As the _Streak_, which had gone to Carrytown to meet him, slid for the dock (his luggage was to follow in the _Tortoise_, a fatter, slower power-boat), there might have been seen standing amidships a tall, stout gentleman of about thirty-six or more, enveloped in a handsome overcoat lined with sable. He wore thick eye-glasses which the swiftness of the _Streak_'s going had opaqued with icy mist, so that for the moment Mr. Samuel Langham was blind as a mole. Nevertheless, determined to enjoy whatever the experience had in store for him, he beamed from right to left, as if a pair of keen eyes were revealing to him unexpected beauties and delights. Arthur, loathing the rôle, was on the float to meet him. On hearing himself addressed by name, Mr. Samuel Langham removed one of his fur-lined gloves and thrust forward a plump, well-groomed hand. "I believe that I am shaking hands with Mr. Darling," he said in a slow, cultivated voice; "but my glasses are blurred and I cannot see anything. Is my foot going for the float--or the water?" "Step boldly," said Arthur; and, in a hurried aside, as he perceived the corner of a neatly folded greenback protruding between two of Mr. Langham's still-gloved fingers: "You are not to be subjected to the annoyance of the tipping system. We pay our servants extra to make the loss up to them." Mr. Langham's mouth, which was rather like a Cupid's bow, tightened. And he handed the greenback to the engineer of the _Streak_, just as if Arthur's remonstrance had not been spoken. On the way to the office he explained. "Whenever I go anywhere," he said, "I find persons in humble situations who smile at me and wish me well. I smile back and wish them well. It is because, at some time or other, I have tipped them. To me the system has never been an annoyance but a delightful opportunity for the exercise of tact and judgment." He came to a dead halt, planting his feet firmly. "I shall be allowed to tip whomsoever I like," he said flatly, "or I shan't stay." "Our ambition," said Arthur stiffly, "is to make our guests comfortable. Our rule against tipping is therefore abolished."