Mr. Belcher had exposed motives in this little speech that he had not even alluded to in his addresses to his image in the mirror.  Talbot saw that something had gone wrong in the town, that he was playing off a bit of revenge, and, above all, that the vulgar desire for display was more prominent among Mr. Belcher’s motives for removal than that person suspected.

“I have a few affairs to attend to,” said Mr. Talbot, rising, “but after twelve o’clock I will be at your service while you remain in the city.  We shall have no difficulty in finding a house to suit you, I am sure, and you can get everything done in the matter of furniture at the shortest notice.  I will hunt houses with you for a week, if you wish.”

“Well, by-by, Toll,” said Mr. Belcher, giving him his left hand again.  “I’ll be ’round at twelve.”

Mr. Talbot went out, but instead of going to his office, went straight home, and surprised Mrs. Talbot by his sudden reappearance.

“What on earth!”—­said she, looking up from a bit of embroidery on which she was dawdling away her morning.

“Kate, who do you suppose is coming to New York to live?”

“The Great Mogul.”

“Yes, the Great Mogul—­otherwise, Colonel Robert Belcher.”

“Heaven help us!” exclaimed the lady.

“Well, and what’s to be done?”

“Oh, my! my! my! my!” exclaimed Mrs. Talbot, her possessive pronoun stumbling and fainting away without reaching its object. “Must we have that bear in the house?  Does it pay?”

“Yes, Kate, it pays,” said Mr. Talbot.

“Well, I suppose that settles it.”

The factor and his wife were very quick to comprehend the truth that a principal out of town, and away from his wife and family, was a very different person to deal with from one in the town and in the occupation of a grand establishment, with his dependents.  They saw that they must make themselves essential to him in the establishment of his social position, and that they must introduce him and his wife to their friends.  Moreover, they had heard good reports of Mrs. Belcher, and had the impression that she would be either an inoffensive or a valuable acquisition to their circle of friends.

There was nothing to do, therefore, but to make a dinner-party in Mr. Belcher’s honor.  The guests were carefully selected, and Mrs. Talbot laid aside her embroidery and wrote her invitations, while Mr. Talbot made his next errand at the office of the leading real estate broker, with whom he concluded a private arrangement to share in the commission of any sale that might be made to the customer whom he proposed to bring to him in the course of the day.  Half an-hour before twelve, he was in his own office, and in the thirty minutes that lay between his arrival and the visit of the proprietor, he had arranged his affairs for any absence that would be necessary.

When Mr. Belcher came in, looking from side to side, with the air of a man who owned all he saw, even the clerks, who respectfully bowed to him as he passed, he found Mr. Talbot waiting; also, a bunch of the costliest cigars.