“It didn’t seem to trouble him much,” said the lawyer, curtly.
“He wasn’t ready to pay the note, was he?” asked Herbert, in alarm.
“No.”
Herbert felt relieved.
“I thought he couldn’t raise the money,” he said, triumphantly. “It was over a hundred dollars, wasn’t it?”
The lawyer had been so much annoyed that he enjoyed the disappointment in store for his son, on the principle that misery loves company.
“There was no need of his having any money ready,” he said.
“Mr. Starr hasn’t excused him from paying it, has he?” inquired Herbert, anxiously.
“Mr. Starr is an old scoundrel!” exclaimed Mr. Ross, impetuously.
Herbert was petrified with astonishment at hearing his father speak thus of his client.