"This morning only."
"That isn't Roland, is it?"
"Oh, no; it is my step-son, Oliver Conrad. Oliver, this is my nephew, Ezekiel Bond."
"Glad to see you, Mr. Conrad," said Ezekiel, putting out his hand as if he were a pump-handle. "Do you like New York?"
"I haven't seen much of it yet. I think I shall."
"Ezekiel," said Mr. Kenyon, "can I see you a few minutes in private?"
"Oh, certainly. We'll go into the back room. Will Mr. Conrad come, too?"
"No; he can remain with your clerk while we converse."
"John, take care of Mr. Conrad," said Ezekiel.
"All right, sir."