"In the streets of New York. You know I went to the city Tuesday."
"What was he doing—blacking boots for a living?"
"Not much! I wish he was. That boy is about the luckiest chap I ever set eyes on."
"What did he do?" asked Mrs. Fogson curiously.
"Invited me to go on board his yacht."
"What!"
"That's just what he did."
"He was bluffing. He wanted to deceive you."
"No he didn't, for I accepted his invitation and went on board."