Bright and early Tom made his appearance in front of Mr. Ferguson"s establishment. As he came up one way, he met Maurice, looking sleepy and cross, coming from a different direction.
"Good-morning, Maurice," said our hero, good-naturedly. "Have you just got out of bed?"
"No," answered Maurice, crossly. "My name is Walton."
"How are you, Walton?"
"Mr. Walton, if you please," said Maurice, with dignity.
"Don"t we feel big this morning, _Mr._ Walton?" said Tom, mischievously.
"Do you mean to insult me?"
"Wouldn"t think of such a thing, Mr. Walton. My name is _Mr._ Grey."
Maurice didn"t think proper to answer this remark--perhaps because he had nothing in particular to say. He opened the warehouse, and Tom entered.
"I don"t know what made Mr. Ferguson take you," he said, amiably.
"Nor I," said Tom; "particularly as he had your valuable services."
"Very likely he took you out of charity," said Maurice.
"Did he take you out of charity?" asked Tom, innocently--"Mr. Walton?"
"How dare you speak of me in that way?" demanded Maurice, haughtily.
"It didn"t take much courage," said Tom, coolly. "How dared you speak of me in that way?"
"That"s different."
"Why is it?"
"You haven"t got much money--you"re almost a beggar."
"Where did you find out all that?"
"Anybody can tell by just looking at you."
"That"s the way, then? Have you got much money?"
"My uncle has."
"So has my uncle."
"I don"t believe it."
"That don"t alter the fact."
"How much is he worth?"
"Over a hundred thousand dollars--I don"t know how much more."
"Where does he live."
"He used to live in this city, but he"s gone farther West."
Maurice was not decided whether to believe this statement or not. He wanted to disbelieve it, but was afraid it might be true. He tried a different tack.
"Where do you board? Are you at the Ohio Hotel? I hear it"s a low place--third-cla.s.s."
"You"re about right. It isn"t first-cla.s.s."
"I suppose you had to go there because it was cheap?"
"It was the first hotel I came across. But I"m not there now--I"ve moved."
"Have you? Where are you now?"
"No. 12 Crescent Place."
Now Maurice knew that Crescent Place was in a fashionable quarter of the city. It astonished him that our hero, whose salary was but five dollars a week, should live in such a neighborhood.
"Twelve Crescent Place?" he repeated. "How much board do you pay?"
"That"s a secret between me and the landlady," said Tom. "If you"ll come round and see me this evening, you can judge for yourself."
Having a strong curiosity about Tom"s circ.u.mstances, Maurice accepted the invitation.
"Perhaps there are two Crescent Places," he thought. "I don"t believe he can afford to live in a fashionable boarding-house."
"Mr. Mordaunt," said Tom, when they were getting ready for supper, "I"ve invited a friend to call this evening."
"That"s right. I shall be glad to see him."
"It"s that boy that loves me so much, Maurice Walton. He"s awfully jealous of me--tries to snub me all the time."
"Then why did you invite such a fellow to call?"
"Because he thinks I live in a poor place, and it will make him mad to find me in such a nice room."
"I see," said Mordaunt, laughing. "It isn"t as a friend you invite him."
"I"m as much his friend as he is mine."
"What makes him dislike you."
"I don"t know, except because Bessie Benton is polite to me, and seems to like my company."