"Then Mr. Kenyon has deceived me. I wonder what for."
"Does he love you very much?"
"Who?"
"Old Kenyon."
"Not enough to hurt him," said Oliver, with a smile.
"Then he wanted to get rid of you, and made you think this was a splendid opening."
"I don't know but you are right," returned Oliver thoughtfully. "He seemed very kind, though."
"He's an old fox. I knew it as soon as I set eyes on him."
"I didn't enjoy myself much at home. I would just as soon be here. I don't like this store particularly, but I like New York."
"Lots goin' on here all the time. Don't you want to go out in a torchlight procession to-night? I can get you the chance."