“Yes. I didn’t expect to meet you here.”
“No, I suppose not.”
“What are you going for?”
“On business,” returned Tom.
“What sort of business can you possibly have in New York?” demanded Rupert, impatiently.
Tom was in good spirits, and disposed to be on good terms with everybody. Otherwise he might, perhaps, have taken offense at Rupert’s tone.
“It isn’t business of my own,” he answered, “that is not entirely. I am going up for Mr. Julian.”
“That’s strange.”
“Is it? Why?”
“It is strange that he should trust any business to a boy like you.”