Bolton was absorbed in preparation for a case which had been assigned to him, when a boy came to his desk with a card.
Bolton no sooner read the name, “Ernest Ray,” than he became eager and excited.
“Tell him to come in,” he said.
Ernest, quiet and self-possessed, entered the office and approached the lawyer’s desk.
“Are you Mr. Bolton?” he asked.
“Yes, and you——”
“I am Ernest Ray.”
Benjamin Bolton looked keenly at the boy, admiring his handsome face and manly bearing.
“I see your father’s looks in you,” he said.
“Then you knew my father?” said Ernest.