“Don’t let any one know of the few dollars I have, Paul.”
“I won’t let your son know; he is the only one of whom you need be afraid. Did you know he was married, and had two children?”
“I—I think he said something of it.”
“Would you like to see his wife?”
“I—I don’t know,” answered the old man, in an uncertain voice.
“This lady is your son’s wife,” said Paul, beckoning Ellen to come forward.
The old man regarded her with an uneasy look. “I hope you are not like James,” he said; “he is a bold, bad man!”
“No one knows that better than I, Mr. Barclay. It was a sad day when I married him.”
“You have found him out, too?”