and a little to the right, with his eyes fixed upon the curtain, which was then rising.
"That looks very much as if your cousin had been arrested!" said his father, with a sneer.
"I can't understand it," ejaculated Clarence. "It can't be my cousin. It must be some other boy that looks like him."
Just then Ben chanced to turn round. Observing his uncle's eyes fixed upon him, he bowed politely and turned once more to the stage.
CHAPTER IX.
Clarence Is Puzzled
Clarence Plantagenet was so puzzled by the appearance of his cousin at a fashionable theatre at a time when he supposed him to be enjoying the hospitality of the police authorities that he paid little attention to the stage performance. He had a large share of curiosity, and resolved to gratify it, even if it were necessary to speak to Ben himself.
At the end of the second act, Ben, feeling thirsty, and having noticed that ice-water could be obtained in the lobby, left his seat and walked up the aisle.
Clarence, observing this, rose also, and followed him.
He came to the water-fount just as Ben had quenched his thirst. He was surprised anew when he observed how elegantly his cousin was dressed. He was fastidious as to his own dress, but was obliged to confess that Ben surpassed him in this respect.
Ben was conscious of the same thing, and, under the circumstances, it gratified him.
Another thing also was evident to Clarence, though he admitted it with reluctance, that Ben was a strikingly handsome boy. He had appeared somewhat to disadvantage in his country-made suit, but all signs of rusticity had now disappeared.
"Good evening," said Clarence, with a good deal more politeness than he had displayed at the office.
"Good evening," said Ben, politely.
"I am surprised to see you here," continued Clarence.
"Yes," answered Ben. "I didn't expect to see you here."
"Oh, I come here often. I thought you would spend the evening in an entirely different place," said Clarence, significantly.
"You are kind to think of me at all," said Ben, smiling.
Clarence was puzzled. He began to think that he must have been mistaken in the person when he supposed he saw Ben in the custody of an officer. Now he came to think of it, the boy under arrest had shown no signs of recognition. We know that it was because Ben was far from wishing to attract the attention of any one who knew him.
"Have you passed the day pleasantly?" inquired Clarence, thinking he might lead up to the subject on which he desired light.
"Quite pleasantly," answered Ben. "New York is a beautiful city."
"I was afraid you had got into a scrape," said Clarence. "As I was walking along Broadway, soon after you left father's office, I saw a boy just like you in charge of a policeman."
"Poor fellow! I hope he got off. Did you stop and speak to him?"
"No; I was so surprised that I stood still and stared till it was too late."
"I am not at all anxious to make the acquaintance of the police," said Ben, not sorry to have put his cousin off the scent.
"You have changed your dress," said Clarence, wishing to satisfy his curiosity in another direction.
"Yes," answered Ben, with studied indifference.
"You have a good seat to-night."
"Yes; I have an excellent view of the play."
"The orchestra seats are high-priced. I thought you were short of money."
"I was, but I am earning a good income now, and – "
"You haven't got a place, have you?" ejaculated his cousin, in surprise.
"Yes, I have."
"Is it in a store?"
"No; I am private secretary to a gentleman living at the Metropolitan Hotel."
"Private secretary!" exclaimed Clarence, in continued surprise. "You can't be fit for such a position. How did you get it?"
"I am not sure whether I shall suit," said Ben, "but the gentleman applied to me, and I accepted."
"I never heard of anything so strange. How much pay do you get?"
"Fifty dollars a month and board."
"It can't be possible!"
"That is what I say to myself," responded Ben, good-naturedly. "I am afraid that my employer will find out that he is paying me too much money."
"Are you staying at the Metropolitan, too?"
"Yes, for the present."
"I will call on you before long."
"Thank you."
"My aristocratic cousin seems disposed to be very polite to me now," thought Ben. "I am glad I put him off the track about the arrest."
"Excuse me," he said. "I believe the curtain is rising."
"Who is that fine-looking boy you were just speaking to?" asked Percy Van Dyke, who came up at this moment.
"It is a cousin of mine," answered Clarence, not unwillingly.
"I should like to know what tailor he employs. He is finely dressed, and a handsome fellow, besides."
"Of course, being a cousin of mine," said Clarence, with a smirk.
"How does it happen I have never met your cousin before?"
"He has only recently come to the city. He is staying at the Metropolitan just at present."
Wonders will never cease. Here was Clarence Plantagenet Walton, the son of a wealthy merchant, actually acknowledging with complacency his relationship to a country cousin whom earlier in the day he had snubbed.
He did not have another chance to speak to Ben that evening, as his cousin remained in his seat till the close of the performance, and in the throng at the close he lost sight of him.
As he and his father were walking home, Clarence said:
"I saw Ben in the lobby, between the acts."
"What did he say?" asked the merchant, who was himself not without curiosity.
"I must have been mistaken about his being in charge of a policeman," said Clarence.
"I thought you were."
"But the boy I saw looked precisely like Ben."
"What did your cousin say?"
"He has had a stroke of good luck. He has been engaged as private secretary to a gentleman staying at the Metropolitan Hotel."
"Is this true, Clarence?"
