Carl entered the office and saw Mr. Norris, a man of middle age, partially bald, with a genial, business-like manner.
“Well, young man?” he said, looking at Carl inquiringly.
“You must excuse me for troubling you, sir,” said Carl, who was afraid Mr. Norris would laugh at him, “but I thought you might direct me to Rachel Norris.”
Mr. Norris looked surprised.
“What do you want of Rachel Norris?” he asked, abruptly.
“I have a little business with her,” answered Carl.
“Of what nature?”
“Excuse me, but I don’t care to mention it at present.”
“Humph! you are very cautious for a young man, or rather boy.”
“Isn’t that a good trait, sir?”