“Does he look different from anyone else?” asked Carl, smiling.
“Well, to tell the truth, he isn’t much to look at,” said the other. “The gentleman who is with him looks more stylish. I thought he was the lord at first, but I afterwards learned that he was an American named Stuyvesant.”
Carl started at the familiar name.
“Is he tall and slender, with side whiskers, and does he wear eyeglasses?” he asked, eagerly.
“Yes; you know him then?” said the other, in surprise.
“Yes,” answered Carl, with a smile, “I am slightly acquainted with him. I am very anxious to meet him again.”
CHAPTER XXXIV.
CARL MAKES THE ACQUAINTANCE OF AN ENGLISH LORD.
“There they are now,” said the stranger, suddenly pointing out two persons walking slowly along the piazza. “The small man, in the rough suit, and mutton-chop whiskers, is Lord Bedford.”