“No. 157,” said the clerk, calling a servant. “Show these gentlemen up to No. 157.”
They were shown into a room of good size, comfortably furnished. Tom, who was dusty, refreshed himself by washing his face and hands.
“Are you hungry?” asked Mr. Livingston.
“I’ve got rather a healthy appetite,” said Tom.
“After you’ve washed we’ll go down into the refectory and have some dinner. It will be more social dining together.”
“Just as you like.”
“You must be my guest at dinner.”
“Thank you,” said Tom, “but I would rather pay for my own dinner.”
“Oh, don’t be squeamish.”
“I don’t like to accept favors from a stranger.”