“I can’t gainsay you, Mr. Starr. You must act your will. I am only your agent, you know.”
“Jes’ so! jes’ so!” said the old man, considerably relieved, for he feared that the lawyer was going to act against him.
But he did not know that Brandon Ross derived positive pleasure from the thought of the distress and trouble he was about to bring on the boy who had—as he construed it—insulted and injured his own spoiled son.
The crafty lawyer, however, did not mean to let either his client or his intended victim know how willingly he engaged in the affair.
CHAPTER XXIV.
ANDY’S TRIUMPH OVER MR. STARR.
“They’re coming, mother,” said Andy, as, looking from the window, he espied the bent form of old Joshua, with the sprucely dressed lawyer at his side, coming up the village street side by side, and approaching their modest cottage.
“I wish the visit were over,” said Mrs. Gordon, nervously.
“I don’t, mother,” said Andy, with a smile of assured triumph. “The victory is to be ours, you know.”
“I don’t like to quarrel.”