“I suppose you have given up selling papers, Frank,” returned Ben, smiling.
“Yes, ever since the wonderful news you sent, and the letter from Mr. Wentworth inclosing one hundred dollars. It came just in the nick of time. We were on the point of being ejected for not being able to pay our rent.”
“You will never have any such trouble again, Frank. Mr. Wentworth has sent me over to bring you to his office.”
“Is it really true that we have come into five thousand dollars a year income?”
“There is no doubt about it, Frank. You ought to have come into it a year ago. I am owing you five thousand dollars back income.”
“You!” exclaimed Frank in great surprise.
“Yes. I am the heir of Mrs. Harcourt, and I am pledged to pay back the money which she wrongfully received.”
“I hope you inherited a good sum, Ben.”
“Forty thousand dollars; but out of it I am to pay your back income. It will leave me thirty-five thousand dollars, as Mr. Basil Wentworth has kindly refused to accept his share.”
“And we will do the same,” said Frank warmly. “We ought to make some return for your kindness.”