Isaac's hand was out and he was on his feet before Jack had
reached his side.
"Ah!--Mr. Millionaire. And so you have come to tell me some more
good news. Have you sold another mine? I should have looked out to
see whether your carriage did not stop at my door; and now sit
down and tell me what I can do for you. How well you look, and how
happy. Ah, it is very good to be young!"
"What you can do for me is this, Mr. Cohen. I want you to come to
our wedding--will you? I have come myself to ask you," said Jack
in all sincerity.
"So! And you have come yourself." He was greatly pleased; his face
showed it. "Well, that is very kind of you, but let me first
congratulate you. Yes--Mr. Grayson told me all about it, and how
lovely the young lady is. And now tell me, when is your wedding?"
"Next month."
"And where will it be?"
"At Uncle Peter's old home up at Geneseo."
"Oh, at that grand lady's place--the magnificent Miss Grayson."
"Yes, but it is only one night away. I will see that you are taken
care of.
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