The postmaster rose, and in a second the small man and Amidon followed his example.  Carroll greeted them all with a cordiality which had in it a certain implication of admiring confidence.  Not a man there but felt at once that this new-comer had a most flattering recognition of himself in particular, to the exclusion of all the others.  It was odd how he contrived to produce this impression, but produce it he did.  It was Arthur Carroll’s great charm, the great secret of a remarkable influence over his fellow-men.  He appealed with consummate skill to the selfish side of every one with whom he came in contact, he exalted him in his own eyes far above the masses with whom he was surrounded, by who could tell what subtle alchemy.  Each man preened unconsciously his panoply of spiritual pride under this other man’s gentle, courteous eyes.  Even Rosenstein straightened himself.  And besides, this was the respectful admiration which the man himself excited, by reason of his fine appearance and address, his good looks, his irreproachable clothes, and his reputed wealth.

Arthur Carroll made an entrance into the “Tonsorial Parlor.”  Moreover, the other men could see out in front of the establishment, the coach, the coachman in livery—­the first livery on record as actually resident in Banbridge; liveries had passed through, but never before tarried—­the fretting steeds with their glittering equipment.  Around the coach had already gathered several small boys, huddled together, and transfixed with awe too deep for impudence.

Carroll, having greeted the men, said good-morning urbanely to the barber, who had ceased lathering Tappan and was looking at him indeterminately.  It seemed dreadful to him that this great man should have to wait for the milkman.  The barber was a conservative to the core, and would speak of the laboring-classes and tradesmen as if he himself were on the other side of the highway from birth.  Tappan himself, who, as said before, was naturally surly, was also a dissenter on principle, and had an enlarged sense of injury, had qualms at keeping waiting a man who patronized him to the extent of two quarts of cream and three quarts of milk daily.  It was like quarrelling with his bread-and-butter, as he put it, when alluding to the affair later on.

“I ain’t goin’ through the world seein’ no men as is better ’n I be,” he said, “but there’s jest this much about it, I ain’t a fool, an’ I know enough to open the door when a man wants to walk through to pay me some money.  Ef Carroll hadn’t been takin’ that much cream and milk, I’d set there in that barber’s-chair ef I’d had a year’s beard to shave, an’ I’d kept him waitin’, and enjoyed it, but, as it was, I did what I did.”

What Tappan did was to wave back Flynn’s lathering-hand, and to say, rather splutteringly, that he would wait, “ef Captain Carroll was in a hurry.”