gentlemen to himself as he examined what Owen had
written. "You may go now, and remember what I told you."

Saying this, Mr Fluke turned round on his stool, and applied himself to
his work without another parting word to Owen, who, making the best of
his way through the office, hastened out at the door. He looked up and
down the street, wondering whether John would have got tired and gone
away, but John was too faithful a friend to do that. He had merely
crossed over the street, keeping his eye on Paul Kelson, Fluke and
Company's office. Seeing Owen, John hastened over to meet him.

"Well, what news, Owen?" he asked, without uttering a word of complaint
at the time he had been kept waiting.

Owen described his interview with Simon Fluke.

"Not very promising," observed John; "I suspect that Simon Fluke's heart
is very like what David thought it might be, hard as a rock, or he would
have shown more interest in you when he heard that you were Susan
Fluke's grandson. However, we will do as he asks, and send for the
book, and in the meantime you and I'll go and see this big city of
London. There's the Tower, and Exeter Change, the British Museum, Saint
Paul's, and Westminster Abbey, and other places I have heard speak of.
The Tower is not far from here--we passed it as we came along; we will
go and see that first."

On their way, however, they began to feel very hungry, and were thankful
to find an eating-house where they could satisfy their appetites. The
fare was not of the most refined character, nor were the people who came
in. Two or three, seeing at a glance that John was fresh from the
country, offered to show him and his son the way about London.

"Maybe you'd like to take a glass for good fellowship," said one of the
men who addressed him.

But John, suspecting the object of the offer, declined it, as he did
others subsequently made him, and taking Owen by the hand, he gladly got
out of the neighbourhood. They made but a short visit to the Tower, as
John was anxious to get back to the "Green Dragon," that he might write
to David for the book.

"We will show it to the suspicious old gentleman, but we must take care
he does not keep it," said John. "I don't think, Owen, you must raise
your hopes too high. If he gives you the cold shoulder, you will not be
worse off than you were before, and you shall come back with me. You
will not be left without friends while father, David, and I are alive,
so