“All right sir. Where is the store? I never thought to ask Mr. Ropes.”
“Reade Street, near Broadway. You know where Reade Street is?”
“Yes, sir. My husband used to work in Chambers Street. That is the first street south.”
“Precisely. Well, I can’t stay longer, so I will leave, apologizing for having taken up so much of your time.”
“Oh, it’s of no consequence, sir.”
“He is a perfect gentleman,” she said to herself, as Mr. Redwood closed the front door, and went out on the street. “I wonder whether he’s a widower.”
Being a widow this was quite a natural thought for Mrs. McCarty to indulge in, particularly as Mr. Redwood looked to be a substantial man with a snug income.
Mr. Redwood went back to the store, and went at once to the office.
“Well, Redwood,” said Mr. Goodnow, “did you learn anything?”
“Yes, sir.”