He was a true friend

    "I shall enjoy the way the old man will look down upon me very much as a millionaire looks down upon a town pauper."     "How will he look upon me?"     "He will be very polite to you, for he will think you richer than himself."     "On the whole, we are going to act a comedy, Mr. Pettigrew. What is the name of the man who lent you money to go to Montana?"     "A young carpenter, Frank Dobson. He lent me a hundred dollars, which was about all the money he had saved up."     "He was a true friend."     "You are right. He was. Everybody told Frank that he would never see his money again, but he did. As soon as I could get together enough to repay him I sent it on, though I remember it left me with less than ten dollars in my pocket.     "I couldn't bear to think that Frank would lose anything by me. You see we were chums at school and always stood by each other. He is married and has two children."     "While you are an old bachelor."     "Yes; I ain't in a hurry to travel in double harness. I'll wait till I am ready to leave Montana, with money enough to live handsomely at home."     "You have got enough now."     "But I may as well get more. I am only thirty years old, and I can afford to work a few years longer."     "I wish I could be sure of being worth fifty thousand dollars when I am your age."     "You have been worth that, you tell me."