“You may sit down here, Mr. Brent,” said Mrs. Pitkin, for this was the lady's name.
“Thank you, ma'am.”
“And so you made my uncle's acquaintance this morning?” she continued, herself taking a seat at the head of the table.
“Yes; he was of service to me,” answered Mr. Carter for him. “I had lost my balance, and should have had a heavy fall if Philip had not come to my assistance.”
“He was very kind, I am sure,” said Mrs. Pitkin, but her tone was very cold.
“Philip,” said Mr. Carter, “this is my grand-nephew, Alonzo Pitkin.”
He indicated the boy already referred to.
“How do you do?” said Alonzo, staring at Philip not very cordially.
“Very well, thank you,” answered Philip politely.
“Where do you live?” asked Alonzo, after a moment's hesitation.