The perspiration was standing out upon Mr. Sumner's forehead. He took out his handkerchief and mopped himself. Hardwick shot an angry glance at him.
"I don't see what you find so interesting in the boy," he muttered.
"I am interested in him because he saved my life."
"Saved your life?"
"Exactly. It is true that he came from the poor-house, but he is a young hero, and I will not have him imposed on, especially when he is doing his best to get along."
"Well, every one to his taste," returned Hardwick.
"I want none of your impudence," cried the broker. "You were not as much of a man as this boy when I took you in, eight years ago."
"Thanks," returned Hardwick, coolly. "Perhaps you would just as soon I would quit your service?"
"I would."
"Then I will quit on the first of the year."