“If Edwin should die, Basil’s income would be increased by five thousand dollars, and the Mordaunts would profit also.”
“True, but——”
“Well, we won’t discuss the matter. I will try to think as well of him as I can. The fact is, however, that Edwin is alive and well. If you will give me an order on your bankers for the last six months’ income I shall be glad.”
“Can I not see the boy?”
“Certainly, Uncle Henry, but promise me not to keep him long, as I have to take him to get some clothes.”
“Very well, Maria. I only wish to see him. I don’t feel well enough for a prolonged interview.”
“First, then, Uncle Henry, write me a letter to your bankers, asking them to pay the boy’s income now due, and you may as well tell them to remit regularly without further instructions, as I don’t want to trouble you every time.”
“Very well, Maria.”
When this business was over, Mrs. Harcourt went down-stairs, where she found Ben waiting patiently for her return.
“Are you tired of waiting, Edwin?” she said playfully.