'Time will show,' said Martin.
The gentleman nodded his head gravely; and said, 'What is your name,
sir?'
Martin told him.
'How old are you, sir?'
Martin told him.
'What is your profession, sir?'
Martin told him that also.
'What is your destination, sir?' inquired the gentleman.
'Really,' said Martin laughing, 'I can't satisfy you in that particular,
for I don't know it myself.'
'Yes?' said the gentleman.
'No,' said Martin.
The gentleman adjusted his cane under his left arm, and took a more
deliberate and complete survey of Martin than he had yet had leisure to
make. When he had completed his inspection, he put out his right hand,
shook Martin's hand, and said:
'My name is Colonel Diver, sir. I am the Editor of the New York Rowdy
Journal.'
Martin received the communication with that degree of respect which an
announcement so distinguished appeared to demand.
'The New York Rowdy Journal, sir,' resumed the colonel, 'is, as I expect
you know, the organ of our aristocracy in this city.'
'Oh! there IS an aristocracy here, then?' said Martin. 'Of what is it
composed?'
'Of intelligence, sir,' replied the colonel; 'of intelligence and
virtue.
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