"I did not mean it that way. I meant that we ought to get together and come to a better understanding."
"Thank you; I am too busy to indulge in friendships. I am much obliged for your kindness, though."
"Pshaw, don't talk that way. I want you to do something for me."
"I shall be glad to do whatever I can for you, sir. What do you want?"
"Come and see me. You and I have much to talk over. We can talk better in my own rooms. It may be to your advantage to talk matters over with me."
"What is it you want to talk with me about?" asked Steve.
Steve's suspicions were aroused, though what lay behind the invitation he did not know.
"Will you come?"
"I'll think about it," answered the lad. "Where do you live?"
"Twenty-three, Iron Street."