You would never have put him down as being sixty years of age had
you known him as well as I did--and it is a great pity you
didn't. Really, now that I come to think of it, I never did put
him down as being of any age at all. Peter Grayson and age never
seemed to have anything to do with each other. Sometimes when I
have looked in through the Receiving Teller's window and have
passed in my book--I kept my account at the Exeter--and he has
lifted his bushy shutters and gazed at me suddenly with his merry
Scotch-terrier eyes, I have caught, I must admit, a line of
anxiety, or rather of concentrated cautiousness on his face, which
for the moment made me think that perhaps he was looking a trifle
older than when I last saw him; but all this was scattered to the
winds when I met him an hour afterward swinging up Wall Street
with that cheery lift of the heels so peculiarly his own, a lift
that the occupants of every office window on both sides of the
street knew to be Peter's even when they failed to recognize the
surtout and straight-brimmed high hat.
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