It was about this time that Linton's birthday-party took place.
Randolph knew, of course, that he would meet Luke, but he no
longer had the satisfaction of deriding his shabby dress.
Our hero wore his best suit, and showed as much ease and self-
possession as Randolph himself.
"What airs that boy Luke puts on!" ejaculated Randolph, in disgust.
"I believe he thinks he is my equal."
In this Randolph was correct. Luke certainly did consider
himself the social equal of the haughty Randolph, and the
consciousness of being well dressed made him feel at greater ease
than at Florence Grant's party. He had taken additional lessons
in dancing from his friend Linton, and, being quick to learn,
showed no awkwardness on the floor. Linton's parents, by their
kind cordiality, contributed largely to the pleasure of their son's
guests, who at the end of the evening unanimously voted the
party a success.
CHAPTER XXIV
A COMMlSSION FOR LUKE
Upon his return to the city, John Armstrong lost no time in
sending for Roland Reed. The latter, though rather surprised
at the summons, answered it promptly. When he entered the
office of the old merchant he found him sitting at his desk.
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