“Philip,” he said, as the hour of closing approached, “why can't you come around and call upon me this evening?”
“So I will,” answered Phil readily.
Indeed, he found it rather hard to fill up his evenings, and was glad to have a way suggested.
“Do. I want to tell you a secret.”
“Where do you live?” asked Phil.
“No.—— East Twenty-second Street.”
“All right. I will come round about half-past seven.”
Though Wilbur lived in a larger house than he, Phil did not like his room as well. There being only one chair in the room, Mr. Wilbur put his visitor in it, and himself sat on the bed.
There was something of a mystery in the young man's manner as, after clearing his throat, he said to Phil:
“I am going to tell you a secret.”