“He told me to tell you that.”
Old Jerry’s face wore a look of perplexity. He hated to give up a chance of five dollars, but at the same time he felt afraid of his son. He could not believe him to be in earnest, for such liberality was by no means characteristic of him.
“Did he—seem to be in earnest?” he asked Paul.
“Yes, he seemed to be, but you know him better than I do. He said he wanted to have a chat with you, as he had not seen you for so many years. What shall I say to him?”
Old Jerry didn’t immediately reply. Avarice and greed struggled in his mind with an instinctive fear of his son.
“I—I’ll think of it,” he answered. “I can’t tell just yet.”
“Shall I say that to him?”
“Yes—and—Paul—”
“Well.”