“I suppose Jonas is a large boy now,” said the other. “I haven't seen him for two or three years.”
“Yes, he has grown,” said the widow briefly. She hoped that Mr. Pearson would not discover that Jonas was with her, as she feared that the boy might betray them unconsciously.
“Is he with you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you stay long in Philadelphia?”
“No, I think not,” answered Mrs. Brent.
“I go back to New York this afternoon, or I would ask permission to call on you.”
Mrs. Brent breathed more freely. A call at the hotel was by all means to be avoided.
“Of course I should have been glad to see you,” she answered, feeling quite safe in saying so. “Are you going far?”
“I get out at Thirteenth Street.”