“Better days may be in store for you, Mr. Snodgrass.”
Ben took a walk with his literary friend, and at the end of the two hours reached the hotel just as Mrs. Harcourt drove up in a cab.
“I am quite tired, Edwin,” she said, as Ben helped her out, “but I have done a good morning’s work. Go up-stairs and brush your hair, and we will go in to lunch.”
When lunch was over she said: “Of course you are not provided with suitable underclothing. Go and buy a supply, and stop somewhere and purchase a steamer trunk. Don’t buy any cheap articles, but spare no expense. As my son you must be suitably dressed. Here are seventy-five dollars. Use it as far as it will go, and if necessary you can complete your purchases to-morrow. Have everything sent to Edwin Harcourt, Fifth Avenue Hotel.”
“Thank you. You are very kind,” said Ben, who felt quite overwhelmed.
“That is all right, Edwin. By the way, it is only fair that I should make you an allowance. I will begin next Monday morning. You shall have fifteen dollars a week. That is only for spending money. Clothing and all necessary articles will be paid for separately.”
Ben tried to thank her, but she appeared to think it unnecessary.
“All that is understood, my son,” she said. “Now I must dismiss you, as I am fatigued, and shall lie down to rest. There is another entrance to your room. They will give you the key in the office.”
“When do you wish me to return?”
“We will dine at seven. If you are not too tired, you can make your purchases this afternoon.”