"I may stay longer."
"I wish you could spare time to call at my house. I should like to have my wife see you. She knows Jack Mortimer well, and I am curious to see whether she would be deceived by the resemblance as I was. By the way, let me introduce myself. My name is Brand—William Brand."
"I am glad to have met you, Mr. Brand."
"Don't you think you could go up to my house and take lunch?"
"Where do you live?" asked Gerald.
It occurred to him that he really had nothing to occupy his time, and might find it agreeable to accept Mr. Brand's invitation.
"On West Twelfth Street, near Sixth Avenue. We could go up on the Sixth Avenue cars. If you are not familiar with New York, I might, perhaps, point out some landmarks on the way. But it is rather early. Isn't there anything I could show you down here?"
"I have always wanted to cross the Brooklyn Bridge."
"It is close at hand. Come with me and we will cross it."
"I shouldn't like to take up your time, Mr. Brand."