I should have felt
just so about it. Here is some of our stuff," he said,
pointing out the various packages in his office,
including the Persis Brand.
"Ah, that's very nice, very nice indeed," said his visitor.
"That colour through the jar--very rich--delicious.
Is Persis Brand a name?"
Lapham blushed.
"Well, Persis is. I don't know as you saw an interview
that fellow published in the Events a while back?"
"What is the Events?"
"Well, it's that new paper Witherby's started."
"No," said Bromfield Corey, "I haven't seen it.
I read The Daily," he explained; by which he meant The
Daily Advertiser, the only daily there is in the old-
fashioned Bostonian sense.
"He put a lot of stuff in my mouth that I never said,"
resumed Lapham; "but that's neither here nor there,
so long as you haven't seen it. Here's the department
your son's in," and he showed him the foreign labels.
Then he took him out into the warehouse to see the
large packages. At the head of the stairs, where his
guest stopped to nod to his son and say "Good-bye, Tom,"
Lapham insisted upon going down to the lower door with him
"Well, call again," he said in hospitable dismissal.
"I shall always be glad to see you. There ain't a great
deal doing at this season." Bromfield Corey thanked him,
and let his hand remain perforce in Lapham's lingering grasp.
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