"His father made no provision for it in his will."
"Then tell him so. Has he any money?"
"There was none left to him."
"Tell him that also. Tell him that he has got his own living to make from this time on, and the sooner he sets about it the better for him, and for us, too," said Gus, rising to his feet and moving toward the door.
"Don't go," said Mr. Layton, hastily. "I have been so lonely with no one to talk to, and now that you have come home you want to run away from me. Sit down."
"Don't worry," replied the dutiful son. "I am not going far. My trunks have arrived and I want to see them brought up stairs."
"I have given you rooms in the south wing over the parlors," said Mr. Layton. "When you have looked at them, tell me how you like them and the way they are furnished."
Gus slammed the door without waiting to hear what his father had to say, and at the head of the stairs met a negro coming up with some of his luggage.
"That trunk and the others go into the north rooms," said Gus.
"Sah?" exclaimed the darky. "Old Moster say dem rooms 'longs to young Moster Nellis."