He read the letter, and handed it back without a word.
"What are you going to do about it, Mr. Brandon?" asked his wife.
"What is there to be done?" he asked.
"I think I had better go up to Philadelphia to-morrow."
"What for?"
"I might see him."
"You would be going on a wild-goose chase."
"Then why won't you go?"
"It isn't worth while. If the boy doesn't want to come home, he may take care of himself if he likes it so well. I shan't run round after him."
"He says he did not do what you punished him for," said Mrs. Brandon, rather deprecatingly, for she was somewhat in awe of her husband.