“Yes.”
“Just my luck,” said Tom, ruefully.
“When are you goin' to work?” asked Tom, after a pause.
“Next Monday.”
“Where are you going to board? We might take a room together, you know. It would be kind of social, as we both come from the same place.”
It did not occur to Grant that the arrangement would suit him at all, but he did not think it necessary to say so. He only said: “I am going to Mr. Reynolds' house, just at first.”
“You don't say so! Why, he's taken a regular fancy to you.”
“If he has, I hope he won't get over it.”
“I suppose he lives in a handsome brownstone house uptown.”
“Very likely; I've never seen the house.”