"Still I am in as deep a mystery as ever, Mr. Jarney," said John frankly, and more familiarly than he had ever spoken to him before.
"If I were a young man like you, and had my money, I would go to my home—assuming that your home is mine—and there live peacefully the rest of my days," he replied.
"Would you suggest that I do it, in my present poverty?" asked John.
"No; I am just supposing," he returned.
"I cannot suppose anything, Mr. Jarney; I am not in a supposing position."
"That is right, Mr. Winthrope, don't suppose anything; always believe it, and then go ahead," he said.
"That is what I have attempted to do; but believing a thing and obtaining it are two entirely different matters."
"Yes; you are right."
He then strode across the room, and returned.
"I am shocked at your manner of conduct," he said, looking down upon John. "You have not yet asked about my daughter's health?"