Certainly this had been a day of strange vicissitudes to Ben. He had been in the depths of humiliation and at the summit of joy.
He had come to the city in the morning, a poor country boy. In the evening he had attended a performance at a fashionable theatre as elegantly dressed as any of his own age in the audience.
Mr. Grafton's room contained two beds, a large and a small one. The latter was appropriated to Ben.
Our hero was very tired, and Mr. Grafton was obliged to call him the next morning.
"Wake up, my boy," he said; "it is half-past eight."
"Half-past eight! Why, I got up at half-past six in the country."
"Dress yourself and we will go down to breakfast. Afterward I have to make a business call, and you must go with me."