"Not conveniently. The next town is five miles away, and I don't like night travel."
Mr. Kenyon opened his desk and hastily dashed off a check.
"Now," said he, "leave, and don't come back."
"You waive ceremony with a vengeance, Mr. Kenyon," said the visitor, depositing the check in his pocket-book with an air of satisfaction. "Permit me to thank you for your liberality."
As he was about to leave the room Roland dashed in. The two looked at each other curiously.
"Is this Oliver?" asked Dr. Fox.
"No, it is my son Roland. Good-evening."
"I am glad to make the young gentleman's acquaintance. Hope he'll inherit his father's virtues, ha, ha!"
"Who is that, father?" asked Roland when the visitor had retired.
"A mere acquaintance, Roland—a man with whom I have had a little business."