"Why, that is next to my house. Mr. Bowen lives there."
"Yes."
"Perhaps you know some of the servants," suggested Victor.
"I know one," said Frank, smiling, for he read Victor's thoughts; "but my invitation comes from Mr. Bowen."
"Did you ever dine there before?" asked Victor, puzzled.
"Yes, last week."
"You must excuse my mentioning it, but I should hardly think you would like to sit down at a gentleman's table in that shabby suit."
"I don't," answered Frank; "but I have no better."
"Then you ought to decline the invitation."
"I would, but for appearing impolite."