“Then to ease your scruples, I will take supper with you.”
Tom would prefer to have paid his own way independently of Mr. Livingston, but as the latter said, it would amount to very much the same thing, so he made no further objections.
They adjourned to the refectory, and although it was not yet one o’clock, both exhibited a hearty appetite. But prices were reasonable, and the united tickets only came to one dollar and a half.
“Give me the checks,” said Livingston to the waiter.
He opened his pocket-book and examined its contents.
“On second thought,” he said, “my young friend, I will suggest a change in our arrangements. You may pay for the dinner and I will pay for the supper.”
Tom looked surprised, and he explained:
“You see,” he continued, in an off-hand tone, “I’ve got a check here for six hundred dollars, which I am going to get cashed. Besides this, I have only a little change.”
“Will you show me the check?” asked Tom, who had become rather suspicious.
“To be sure,” said his companion.