“Did my uncle send you?”
“No, neither he nor Herbert knows of my coming. I didn’t have time to see Herbert before I came away.”
“Are you going to stay long in Boston?”
“No, I think not. I am going to New York or Albany.”
“It seems queer to me.”
“Very likely. Good-by! Thank you for directing me.”
George had been remarkably civil, but in a boy like him that is easily explained. He was civil, not to Robert, but to his new suit and his new prosperity.
“It’s the strangest thing I ever heard of,” he muttered as he walked away. “Why, the young fisherman is dressed as well as I am!”