"Quite a nice-looking man. He is a member of Congress."
"Then how does he happen to be in New York?" asked Loammi, incredulously.
"He is here on a little business. He goes back to Washington in two or three days."
"Did Mr. Lawton seem to know him well?"
"Yes; the congressman was very cordial."
"Politicians have to know everybody," remarked Loammi, after a pause. He found it difficult to conceive of "Cousin Seth" having any high-toned friends.
Scott took his lamp and went to bed. In his small chamber there was no gas jet, but this he did not mind. In England gas is not used as extensively as in the United States, and he was more accustomed to lamps or candles.
As he slowly undressed, he felt more cheerful than usual. It seemed pleasanter to have found a relative who appeared to like him. He could not feel toward Ezra Little or Loammi as if they were relations.
"I am very sorry Cousin Seth is not better off," he said to himself. "If he can't get a place in the city, I suppose he will have to go back to the West. I hope not, for I shall miss him."
The next day Seth Lawton came to the Eighth Avenue store, and found his way to the department where Scott was a salesman.