“You don’t look as if you stood in need of employment,” said the gentleman, noticing the fine material of which Hector’s suit was made.
“Appearances are sometimes deceitful,” said Hector, half smiling.
“You must have been brought up in affluence,” said Mr. Davidson, for this was his name.
“Yes, sir, I was. Till recently I supposed myself rich.”
“You shall tell me the story some time; now I must leave you.”
“Well,” thought Hector, as he made his way homeward, “I have had adventures enough for one morning.”
When Hector reached the house in Forty-second Street, he found Walter just rising from his lessons.
“Well, Hector, what have you been doing?” asked Walter.
“Wandering about the city.”
“Did you see anybody you knew while doing so?”