“No; I live about eighteen miles from here, in the country.”
“Does your cousin live with you?”
“No; I have not seen him for four years. He is on his way to New York.”
“I hope he will prosper. He deserves to do so.”
Just then Mr. Wentworth entered and dinner was announced.
“I will sit by Ben,” said Paul, who by this time felt quite at home with his preserver.
“You seem to have won Paul’s heart,” remarked Mrs. Wentworth with a smile.
Of course the dinner was excellent and well served. It must be confessed that both boys were very hungry and did full justice to it.
When the last course was served Mr. Wentworth rose from the table.
“You must excuse me, young gentlemen,” he said, “but I have a business appointment at a quarter past three and I have barely time to meet it. Don’t hurry, however; Mrs. Wentworth and Paul will entertain you. Before going let me say,” he was addressing Ben now, “if ever you get into trouble or need a friend don’t hesitate to write to me. And now good-by, and good luck.”