"She must be proud of her stylish nephew.

Mrs.Smith is a poor widow, and takes in washing." "It's some other Smith," said the young man, discomfited.
"She is the only one by that name in Pentonville." Jim Fisher, as he called himself, turned upon his heel and left Ben without a word.

It was clear that nothing could be made out of him.
Ben walked all the way up Broadway, as far as Twenty-first Street, into which he turned, and walked eastward until he reached Gramercy Park, opposite which Lexington Avenue starts.

In due time he reached the house of Mr.Absalom Peters, and, ascending the steps, he rang the bell.
"Is Mr.Peters in ?" he asked of the servant who answered the bell.
"No." "Will he be in soon ?" "I guess not.

He sailed for Europe last week." Ben's heart sank within him.