He found himself in a spacious room, neatly furnished and hung around with engravings, with here and there an oil painting. There was a table near the window with a portfolio on it. Here, no doubt, Mr. Conrad did some of his work. There was no bed in the room, but through an open door Chester saw a connecting bedroom.
“This is a nice room,” he said.
“Yes, cousin Herbert likes to be comfortable. Here, give me your valise, and make yourself at home.”
Chester sat down by the window and gazed out on the broad street. It was a pleasant, sunny day, and everything looked bright and attractive.
“You are going to live in New York, aren’t you?” asked Rob.
“Yes, if I can make a living here.”
“I guess cousin Herbert will help you.”
“He has already. He has obtained a place for me in a real estate office at five dollars a week.”
“I think I could live on five dollars a week.”
“I suppose it costs considerable to live in New York.”