CHAPTER XXXV.
WHAT CARL LEARNED IN CHICAGO.
As Carl walked back from the falls he met
Mr. Atwood, who was surprised to find h*is
young acquaintance on such intimate terms
with Lord Bedford. He was about to pass
with a bow, when Carl, who was good-natured,
said: "Won't you join us, Mr. Atwood?
If Lord Bedford will permit, I should like
to introduce you."
"Glad to know any friend of yours, Mr. Crawford,"
said the Englishman, affably.
"I feel honored by the introduction," said Atwood,
bowing profoundly.
"I hope you are not a friend of Mr.--ah,
Mr. Stuyvesant," said the nobleman, "the person
I was talking with this morning. Mr.
Crawford tells me he is a--what do you call
it?--a confidence man."
"I have no acquaintance with him, my lord.
I saw him just now leaving the hotel."
"I am afraid he has gone away with my valise and money,"
said Carl.
"If you should be inconvenienced, Mr. Crawford,"
said the nobleman, "my purse is at your disposal."
"Thank you very much, Lord Bedford," said Carl,
gratefully. "I am glad to say I am still
fairly well provided with money."
"I was about to make you the same offer,
Mr. Crawford," said Atwood.
"Thank you! I appreciate your kindness,
even if I'm not obliged to avail myself of it."
Returning to the hotel, Lord Bedford
ordered a carriage, and invited Atwood and Carl
to accompany him on a drive. Mr. Atwood
was in an ecstasy, and anticipated with proud
satisfaction telling his family of his intimate
friend, Lord Bedford, of England.
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