“Yes; there's nothing in it of interest, is there?”
“No; but 'twas foolish of your father to write that letter saying you had paid his Kentucky debts.”
“I was sorry when I saw it. I know they'll say I got him to write the letter. But it's only another incident.”
“It's true, then? You did pay the money?”
“Yes; I was glad to.”
“But it was folly. What had you to do with your father's debts? Every house to-day should stand on its own foundation.”
“I don't agree with you; but in this case there was no question of that sort. My father very generously impoverished himself to send me to Europe and keep me there for six years. I owed him the five thousand dollars, and was only too glad to be able to repay him. You'd have done the same.”
“Would I, indeed! Five thousand dollars! I'm not so sure of that.” The father's irritation conquered certain grateful memories of his younger days, and the admiration which, in his heart, he felt for the Professor's action, only increased his annoyance. “It must have nearly cleaned you out?”
“Very nearly.”
“Well, of course it's your affair, not mine; but I think you foolish. You paid them in full, I suppose? Whew!