“If you are going to the falls, remain with me,” he said. “We shall enjoy it better in company.”
“With pleasure. Let me introduce myself as Carl Crawford. I am traveling on business and don’t belong to one of the first families.”
“I see you will suit me,” said the Englishman, smiling.
Just then up came Stuyvesant, panting and breathless. “My lord,” he said, “I lost sight of you. If you will allow me I will join you.
“Sir!” said the Englishman, in a freezing voice, “I have not the honor of knowing you.”
Stuyvesant was overwhelmed.
“I—I hope I have not offended you, my lord,” he said.
“Sir, I have learned your character from this young man.”
This called the attention of Stuyvesant to Carl. He flushed as he recognized him.
“Mr. Stuyvesant,” said Carl, “I must trouble you to return the valise you took from my stateroom, and the pocketbook which you borrowed. My name is Carl Crawford, and my room is 71.”