"I am afraid you have forgotten that I am only a boy working for my living."
"No; I don't forget it. I respect you more for it. In fact, Scott, I want your company. Will you come?"
"Thank you, Mr. Grant—I can't refuse. I seem to forget that you are an earl."
"That is what I wish."
Just then there was a knock at the door, and a hall boy entered with a card.
The person whose name it bore came up directly afterward.
He brought a dinner invitation from a well-known social club. The earl good-naturedly accepted.
The visitor regarded Scott inquiringly.
"Is this young gentleman one of your party, my lord?" he asked.