“How early do you want me to get up in the morning, Mr. Fairchild?”
“How early do you get up in the country?”
“About half-past five.”
“We don’t rise so early in the city. We’ll breakfast at eight, and get to the office at nine. Any time before eight will do.”
Harry thought that nine was rather late to commence business; but this, as he supposed, was only another difference between the city and the country.
Harry soon fell asleep in spite of the rattling of wheels and the never-ceasing noise in the busy street beneath. He was too tired even to dream, but slept soundly until the next morning.
When he awoke it was broad daylight. He looked across the room, and saw Fairchild still sleeping. He jumped out of bed, and dressed hastily. Remembering that it was his first morning in the city, he was eager to go downstairs, and look about him.
Fairchild opened his eyes sleepily, as he completed dressing.
“Up already, Raymond?” he asked, in a drowsy tone.