"I hope you'll like it," replied the woman. "I misremember what the boy said your name was."
"Mr. Grant," said Scott.
"Is he your brother?"
"No; my name is Walton."
"Be you in any business, Mr. Grant?" asked the woman, who began to show curiosity.
"No, madam, not at present. I am an Englishman. Possibly my friend and I might buy out a store in Buffalo."
Scott could scarcely forbear smiling. It seemed a great joke to him to think of going into a business partnership with an earl.
They ate supper with evident enjoyment. They had about concluded it, when a heavy step was heard outside.
"That is my man," said the woman, nervously.