“Indeed. You look as young as ever.”
“I am afraid you are a flatterer, Mr. Stormleigh.”
“Your son——” began Mr. Stormleigh in a tone of hesitation.
“My son is in the outer office.”
“What? I heard a rumor that he was dead.”
“And that was probably the reason you did not send me the last quarterly income due to me as his guardian?”
“Yes. Of course, if he were dead, it would no longer be due.”
“Thank Providence, the dear boy is in the best of health.”
“I am heartily glad of it. And you brought him with you?”
“Yes.”