“That boy with the Godfreys?” said Mrs. Stanton, in surprise.
“Yes, he's talking with Julia now.”
“Are you sure? Who told you?”
“Tom.”
“Is it true, Tom?”
“Yes,” said Tom, frowning.
“What could have induced the Godfreys to bring him along?” said Mrs. Stanton, who was no better pleased than Tom at the social success of the poor relation.
“He's quite good-looking,” said Maria.
“Nonsense,” said her mother, sharply. “He has a very countrified look.”
The news was communicated to Mr. Stanton, who looked with interest at his sister's son, whom he had not seen since he was a very young child. He fervently wished him back again in Ohio, where he might conveniently forget his existence. Here in New York, especially since an unlucky chance, as he considered it, had brought him into the same counting-room as his son, it would be difficult to avoid taking some notice of him. But, so far as pecuniary assistance was concerned, Mr. Stanton determined that he would give none, unless it was forced upon him. Had he known our hero better, he would have been less alarmed.