Trumps: A Novel

Excerpt from Trumps: A Novel Forty years ago Mr. Savory Gray was a prosperous mer chant. No gentleman on 'change wore more spotless linen or blacker broadcloth. His ample white cravat had an air of absolute wisdom and honesty. It was so very white that his fellow-merchants could not avoid a vague impression that he had taken thechurch on his way down town, and had so puri fied himself for business. Indeed a white cravat is strongly to be recommended as a corrective and sedative of the publi...