"No; I rather wonder I haven't, but I suppose I shall some day."
The time came sooner than he anticipated.
Rupert was crossing Eighth Avenue near Forty-second Street one day, when he came near being run into by a bicycle. The rider gave a note of warning, and then stopped short in surprise.
"Rupert Rollins!" he said, in a half tone of inquiry.
"Is it you, Julian?" asked Rupert, recognizing his former schoolmate.
"Yes. Are you living in New York?"
"Yes."
"Whereabouts?"
"At present I am staying in Harlem."