Herbert thought it doubtful whether Ebenezer Graham would trust his son so far, but did not say so. Eben, on his part, had not seen Herbert on board the train, and was not aware that he was a fellow passenger. The journey was a tolerably long one--forty miles--and consumed an hour and a half. At last they rolled into the depot, and before the train had fairly stopped the passengers began to crowd toward the doors of the car. “Let us remain till the crowd has passed out,” said George Melville. “It is disagreeable to me to get into the throng, and it saves very little time.” “Very well, sir.” Looking out of the car window, Herbert saw Eben Graham walking swiftly along the platform, and could not forbear wondering what had brought him to the city. “My doctor's office is on Tremont Street,” said Mr. Melville. “I shall go there immediately, and may have to wait some time. It will be tiresome to you, and I shall let you go where you please. You can meet me at the Parker House, in School Street, at two o'clock.” “Very well, sir.” “Do you know where the hotel is?” “No, but I can find it,” answered Herbert, confidently. “I believe I will also get you to attend to a part of my business for me.” “I shall be very glad to do so,” said Herbert, sincerely. It made him feel more important to be transacting business in Boston. “Here is a check for a hundred and fifty dollars on the Merchants' Bank,” continued George Melville. “It is payable to the bearer, and you will have no trouble in getting the money on it. You may present it at the bank, and ask for fives and tens and a few small bills.” “Very well, sir.” Herbert felt rather proud to have so much confidence reposed in him, for to him a hundred and fifty dollars seemed a large sum of money, and he felt that George Melville was a rich man to draw so much at one time. “Had I better go to the bank at once?” he asked. “Yes, I think so; of course, I need not caution you to take good care of the money.” “I'll be sure to do that, sir.” They walked together to Tremont Street, and Mr. Melville paused at a doorway opposite the Common. “My doctor's office is upstairs,” he said. “We will part here and meet at the hotel. If you are late, I may go into the dining room; so if you don't see me in the reading room, go to the door of the dining room and look in.” “Very well, sir; but I think I shall be on time.” “The bank is open now, and you can cash the check if you go down there.” Left to himself, Herbert walked slowly along, looking into shop windows and observing with interested attention the people whom he met. “It must be very pleasant to live in the city,” he thought; “there is so much going on all the time.”