CHAPTER X.
MATTERS AT HOME.
James Talbot was thoroughly put out by the way in which Robert had treated him when the two had met on the street in Chicago.
"That boy hasn't the least respect for me," was what he told himself bitterly. "I am afraid he will end up by making me a lot of trouble."
Before his sickness he had felt certain that he would get at least ten thousand dollars of the Frost fortune in his hands,--to be invested, so he had told Mrs. Talbot, in the real estate business in Chicago. What he was really going to do with the cash, the man had not yet decided. Certain it is, however, that neither Mrs. Talbot nor Robert would have ever seen a dollar of it again.
When James Talbot arrived home he was so out of humor that even his wife noticed it.
"You are not well again," she said.
"I met that boy of yours," he growled.
"You met Robert!" she exclaimed. "Where?"
"On the street, in Chicago."