It is time to go to the theater

    It was therefore with his usual confidence that he accosted his acquaintance from Montana after supper.     "It is time to go to the theater, Mr. Pettigrew," he said.     Jefferson Pettigrew scanned his new acquaintance with interest. He had never before met a man of his type and he looked upon him as a curiosity.     He was shrewd, however, and did not propose to let Wheeler know that he understood his character. He resolved for the present to play the part of the bluff and unsuspecting country visitor.     "You are very kind, Mr. Wheeler," he said, "to take so much trouble for a stranger."     "My dear sir," said Wheeler effusively, "I wouldn't do it for many persons, but I have taken a fancy to you."     "You don't mean so?" said Pettigrew, appearing pleased?     "Yes, I do, on my honor."     "But I don't see why you should. You are a polished city gentleman and I am an ignorant miner from Montana."     Louis Wheeler looked complacent when he was referred to as a polished city gentleman.     "You do yourself injustice, my dear Pettigrew," he said in a patronizing manner. "You do indeed. You may not be polished, but you are certainly smart, as you have shown by accumulating a fortune."     "But I am not as rich as you."     "Perhaps not, but if I should lose my money, I could not make another fortune, while I am sure you could. Don't you think it would be a good plan for us to start a business together in New York?"     "Would you really be willing to go into business with me?"