A fine-looking, whole-souled man is Hop kins, not quite so big as Barnes, nor so noble and kingly Of mien, yet wearing a finer and more subtle distinction. Hopkins is more of a diplomat, and less of the autocrat. His face has few furrows, though he is well on toward sixty, and his blue eyes lack all suggestion of menace. He is the sort of man who has a com fortable chair beside his desk for visitors. You know there are some men in business who banish the visitor's chair altogether and make their callers stand — on the theory that they will go away sooner. Not that Barnes is this sort of man! No, Barnes is never fussy or hurried, and the details of his great whole sale business are well cared for outside his private office. But his eyes are steel and he looks through you uncomfortably sometimes. Then his imperial gives you a sense of his importance.