"You know best," said Winthrop. "My informant had brought another person upon the stage."
"Who?"
"A Mr. Cadwallader."
"There's no such thing as a Mr. Cadwallader. It's Haye himself; and it only shews how all a man's wisdom may be located in one quarter of his brain and leave the other empty."
"To-morrow?" said Winthrop.
"Yes; and you and I are invited to pay our respects at eleven.
Haven't you had an invitation?"
"I don't know — I have been out of town — and for the present
I must pay my respects in another direction. I must leave you,
Will."
"Look here. What's the matter with you, Winthrop?"
"Nothing at all," said Winthrop facing round upon his brother.
"Well I believe there isn't," said Rufus, taking a prolonged look at him, — "but somehow I was thinking — You're a fine- looking fellow, Winthrop!"