“Oh, yes, sir, I mean to try. I say, uncle, what time is it?”
“One o’clock, my boy,” said the doctor, heartily; “the commencement of another and I hope a brighter day.”
Chapter Thirty Six.
“I am Glad.”
Trivial as Vane’s discovery may seem, it was the result of long months and study of applied science, and certain dearly bought experiences, and though Mr Deering blamed himself for not having noticed the little addition which had thwarted all his plans and brought him to the verge of ruin, he frankly avowed over and over again that he was indebted to his old friend’s nephew for his rescue from such a perilous strait.
He was off back to town that same day, and in a week the doctor, who was beginning to shake his head and feel doubtful whether he ought to expect matters to turn out so well, received a letter from the lawyer, to say that there would be no need to call upon him for the money for which he had been security.
“But I do not feel quite safe yet, Vane, my boy,” he said, “and I shall not till I really see the great success. Who can feel safe over an affair which depends on the turning on or off of a tap.”
But he need not have troubled himself, for he soon had ample surety that he was perfectly safe, and that he need never fear having to leave the Little Manor.