Oliver did not reply, and the doctor turned to Mr. Bright.
“Then you will grant me an extension of time?” asked the latter anxiously.
“I will give you two months, Mr. Bright,” was the somewhat slow response; “but more than that I cannot do. If at the end of that time you cannot pay I will foreclose.”
“Very well, we will so understand it,” said Oliver’s father; “and I thank you for the accommodation,” he added politely. “Here are the papers.”
The document in the matter was duly drawn up and signed. Then Dr. Tangus took his leave.
“I trust you are able to meet the claim when due,” said he on departing.
“I shall try my best,” responded Mr. Bright.
When the door was closed he sank down in his chair.
“We have two months’ grace, Oliver. If I cannot pay at the end of that time, out we go.”