He answered,
therefore:
"Certainly, I will do so, but it will be perfectly convenient for me to
call upon you."
"If it will give you no trouble, I shall be glad to have you call any
evening. I live at No. ---- Madison Avenue."
Now it was Frank's turn to be surprised. The number mentioned by the
lady was that of the house in which Mr. Henry Percival lived.
"I thought Mr. Percival lived at that number?" said Frank.
"So he does. He is my father. Do you know him?"
"No; but I was about to call on him. This morning Mr. Robinson, a broker
in Wall Street, told me that he wished to see me."
"You are not the boy who caused the capture of the bondholder?" asked
the lady, quickly.
"Yes, I am the boy, but I am afraid I had less to do with it than has
been represented."
"What is your name?"
"Frank Courtney."
"My father is very desirous of meeting you, and thanking you for what
you have done. Why have you not called before?"
"I did not know till to-day that your father had returned. Besides, I
did not like to go without an invitation."
"I will invite you," said the lady, with a pleasant smile, "and I, as
well as my father, will be glad to see you.
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