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After leaving the Sherman House Wycherley has the driver take him down Michigan Avenue. He produces a cigar, one of Aleck's choice weeds. Then comes a match.
"Ah! this is solid comfort," he muses, stretching his legs out on the front seat as if eager to fill the whole vehicle; "it is my dream realized: a private carriage, a fine weed -- perfect happiness. When my million comes home, I've got it all laid out. It won't take me long to spend it. I can shut my eyes and imagine I'm a McCormick or a Cereal going home to my palatial abode. It's just elegant, you know."