‘Billy is an idiot, but very kind-hearted,’ people said of him, and in truth he was popular with everybody, especially with the men in his father’s employ, who all went to him for favors, or for an increase of wages; for if Billy had any business it was in his father’s office, where he pretended to look after matters and keep the books straight.  Such had been the growth of Peterkin during the past nine years.  ’He had got clean to the front,’ he said, ‘and was hob-nobbin’ with Squire Harrenton, and Judge St. Claire, and the Tracys,’ all of whom shrugged their shoulders and laughed at him in secret, but treated him civilly to his face, for, deny it as we may, money has a mighty power, and will open many a door which nothing else could move.

‘Coarse and ignorant as a horse, but not so bad after all’ was what people said of him now; and in fact Peterkin had improved and softened a good deal with the accession of wealth.  Nobody gave so largely, or lavishly either, to everything, as he did, while to his employees he was always generous and considerate.  Once he thought to join the church, thinking that would add to his respectability; but when talked with by his clergyman he showed himself so lamentably deficient in every necessary qualification that he was advised to wait a while, which he did; but he rented the most expensive pew he could find, and carried the largest prayer-book of any one, and read the loudest, stumbling over the words frightfully, and kept his head down the longest, so long, indeed, that he once went to sleep, and had quite a little nap before his wife nudged him and told him to get up.

‘Good Lord deliver us!’ Was his ejaculation, as he sprang to his feet, and, adjusting his glasses, looked fiercely round at the amused congregation.

So far as money and display were concerned, the St. Claires and Mrs. Atherton had not kept up with Peterkin.  On the contrary, as he grew into society they gradually withdrew, until at last Dolly Tracy had it all her own way and looked upon herself as the lady par excellence of the town.  She had been to Europe.  She had seen the queen; she had had some dresses made at Worth’s; she had picked up a few French words which she used on all occasions, with but little regard to their appropriateness.  She had decorated a tea set, and was as unlike the Dolly Tracy, who once did her own work and ate griddle cakes from her own kitchen stove, as a person well could be.  Everything had gone well with her, and scarcely a sorrow had touched her, for though poor, stupid Jack had slept for five years in the Tracy lot with only the woman of the Tramp House for company, he was so near an imbecile when he died that his death was a blessing rather than otherwise.  Tom, with his fine figure, his fastidious tastes, and aristocratic notions, was the apple of her eye, and tout a fait au fait, she said, when her French fever was at its height and she wished to impress her hearers with her knowledge of the language; while, except for her ill-health, and the bad taste she manifested in her liking for Harold’s society, Maude was tout a fait au fait, too.  She had no dread of Gretchen, now; even Arthur had ceased to talk of her, and was as a rule very quiet and contented.