“This little American went to the great city of Manhattan. He made two dollars and a half per week. He saw the sheeny girls on the East side who lunch on two cents worth of bread and sausages, and dress with a flash on the remainder, He nearly died of it. Then he got a rise. He made fifteen dollars per week selling insurance. He wore a monocle with a tortoise-shell rim. He dressed up to ‘Bond St.’ No lord in The Row has surpassed him. He was a damn good fellow” (45-46).