Mr. Carter had two connecting rooms on the second floor, one of which he used as a bed-chamber. The furniture was handsome and costly, and Phil, who was not used to city houses, thought it luxurious.
Phil washed his face and hands, and brushed his hair. Then a bell rang, and following his new friend, he went down to lunch.
Lunch was set out in the front basement. When Phil and Mr. Carter entered the room a lady was standing by the fire, and beside her was a boy of about Phil's age. The lady was tall and slender, with light-brown hair and cold gray eyes.
“Lavinia,” said Mr. Carter, “I have brought a young friend with me to lunch.”
“So I see,” answered the lady. “Has he been here before?”
“No; he is a new acquaintance.”
“I would speak to him if I knew his name.”
“His name is——”
Here the old gentleman hesitated, for in truth he had forgotten.
“Philip Brent.”