text: When he arrived in Chicago, it was late in the evening. Sarah Sloan met his train when it arrived and greeted him warmly.
  
  "Did you have a good trip?" she asked.
  
  "Yes, it was very pleasant," he said.
  
  "I've arranged a suite for you at the Palmer House," she said. "It's the newest and nicest hotel in town. If you're hungry, we could go to dinner there."
  
  The Palmer House had one of the finest restaurants in the world, and Grit was impressed. He enjoyed a chateaubriand with new potatoes and peas. Sarah ordered a red wine to go with the dinner.
  
  "You have an appointment in the morning to see your father," she said.
  
  "I don't mean to offend you, Sarah, but I've never had a father, and I don't have one now. Just call him Mister Gridleigh."
  
  "Right, I didn't mean to presume..."
  
  "Don't worry about it," Grit said. "It's alright."