Chapter XX
As Lester came down–stairs after making his toilet he found his father in the library reading.
"Hello, Lester," he said, looking up from his paper over the top of his glasses and extending his hand. "Where do you come from?"
"Cleveland," replied his son, shaking hands heartily, and smiling.
"Robert tells me you've been to New York."
"Yes, I was there."
"How did you find my old friend Arnold?"
"Just about the same," returned Lester. "He doesn't look any older."
"I suppose not," said Archibald Kane genially, as if the report were a compliment to his own hardy condition. "He's been a temperate man. A fine old gentleman."
He led the way back to the sitting–room where they chatted over business and home news until the chime of the clock in the hall warned the guests up–stair
