"Good evening," said Clarence, with a good deal more politeness than he had displayed at the office.
"Good evening," said Ben, politely.
"I am surprised to see you here," continued Clarence.
"Yes," answered Ben. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Oh, I come here often. I thought you would spend the evening in an entirely different place," said Clarence, significantly.
"You are kind to think of me at all," said Ben, smiling.
Clarence was puzzled. He began to think that he must have been mistaken in the person when he supposed he saw Ben in the custody of an officer. Now he came to think of it, the boy under arrest had shown no signs of recognition. We know that it was because Ben was far from wishing to attract the attention of any one who knew him.
"Have you passed the day pleasantly?" inquired Clarence, thinking he might lead up to the subject on which he desired light.
"Quite pleasantly," answered Ben. "New York is a beautiful city."
"I was afraid you had got into a scrape," said Clarence. "As I was walking along Broadway, soon after you left father's office, I saw a boy just like you in charge of a policeman."