The alarming part of it was that he made no
effort to regain his equilibrium, but remained in the unusual, not to
say undignified, posture.
"What IS the matter?" demanded Miss Phipps, seizing him by the arm and
pulling him forward. "What was it? What happened?"
Galusha's face was beaming. His eyes shone with excitement.
"It--it struck me at that moment," he cried. "At that very moment."
"Struck you?" Miss Phipps looked about the room. "What struck you?
Where? Are you hurt?"
Mr. Bangs' beaming smile broadened.
"I mean the idea struck me," he declared. "Dear me, how odd that it
didn't do so before. Yes, he is exactly the right person. Exactly. Oh,
dear me, this is VERY good!"
Martha said afterward that she never in her life felt more like shaking
a person.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. "What was it that struck you?"
"Why, Cousin Gussie," announced Galusha, happily. "Don't you see? He
will be EXACTLY the one."
CHAPTER X
When, at last--and it took some time--Martha Phipps was actually
convinced that her lodger's "Cousin Gussie" was no less a person than
the senior partner of the famous banking firm of Cabot, Bancroft and
Cabot, she was almost as excited as he.
"Cabot, Bancroft and Cabot," she repeated. "Why, everybody knows about
them! They are the biggest bankers in New England. I have heard father
say so ever so many times.
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