After supper Frank walked slowly up to Mr. Percival's residence. Now that he knew two members of the family, he looked forward with pleasure to the call he was about to make. His prospects seemed much brighter than when he woke up in the morning.
On reaching the house of Mr. Percival, he saw at a glance that it was the residence of a wealthy man, and the hall, into which he was first admitted, was luxurious in its appearance. But Frank had been brought up to the enjoyment of wealth, and he felt more at home here than in the rather shabby boarding house in Clinton Place.
A colored servant opened the door.
"Is Mr. Percival at home?" he asked.
"Yas, sah."
"I should like to see him."
"What name, sah?"
"Frank Courtney."
"Step in, sah, and I will 'form Mr. Percival," said the colored ser
