"Well?" said Uriah. The old man looked worn and feeble. He had had a sorrowful night.
"I haven't had a vacation in a year," said David. "Will you give me three weeks, sir?"
"Want to go back East and pay off your obligations?"
David nodded.
"I have the money and interest in hand," said he.
Mr. Grey smiled.
"I suppose you'll come back smoking like a chimney, drinking like a fish, betting like a book-maker, and keeping a whole chorus in picture-hats."
"I think I'll not even smoke," said David. "About a month ago the last traces of hankering left me, and I feel like a free man at last."
"But you'll be making love right and left," said Mr. Grey cheerfully, but with a shrewd eye upon the young man's expression of face.