"I sleep well," said Nicholas. "It's with me very much as it is with you."
"Of course you sleep well, my young friend," said the new acquaintance to Oliver. "Boys of your age ought not to wake up during the night."
"I believe I am a pretty good sleeper," said Oliver. "Why is he so particular about enquiring whether we sleep well?" thought our hero.
He was not particularly inclined to suspicion, but somehow he had never liked Mr. Denton. The man's manner was hearty and cordial, but there was a sly, searching, crafty look which Oliver had occasionally detected,which set him to thinking. Not so with Nicholas. He had seen much of men's treachery, he had suffered much from it also, but at heart he was disposed to judge favorably of his fellow-men, except where he had special reason to know that they were unreliable.
"Our neighbor seems very obliging," he said to Oliver, after Denton had left the room.
"Yes, sir," answered Oliver. "I wonder why I don't like him."
"Don't like him!" repeated. Nicholas in surprise.
"No. I can't seem to trust him."
"He appears pleasant enough," said Mr. Bundy. "A little vain, perhaps, or he wouldn't wear a thousand dollars on his finger. There wouldn't be many diamonds sold if all were like me."
"I wonder what his business is?"