He accompanied the others to the drawing room, where introductions followed.
Young Bristow conversed fluently upon many topics and the others were delighted with him. From his remarks it was gathered that he had traveled considerably.
He spoke familiarly of New York, Chicago, San Francisco, and apparently had a personal knowledge of London, Paris, Berlin and other European cities. He was equally as well acquainted with the larger southern cities.
The two girls were eager listeners to the tales of his travels, and even Mr. Willing and Colonel Ashton gave an attentive ear to these stories.
“And where do you live?” asked Mr. Willing suddenly. “What did you say your business is?”
The young man’s face suddenly turned red.
“My home is in New York,” he replied quietly, “and as for my business, I fear that must remain a secret for the present.”
“Daddy, you shouldn’t be so inquisitive,” said Shirley with a smile.
“I’m sure I’m sorry,” apologized her father. “I didn’t mean—”
“Say no more about it,” replied the young man with a pleasant smile. “For certain reasons, I am not now able to reveal the nature of my business.”