“Half a million of dollars!” said Bernard.
“Yes, that is the way it would be rated in America. In a pecuniary way, therefore, I am fortunate, but I can’t tell you how solitary I feel at times.”
“I can understand it, Mr. Cunningham. I am in the same position as yourself, only that I am left destitute.”
“Then it appears to me, Bernard, there is a special propriety in our being together. How old are you?”
“Sixteen.”
“I am but seven years older. I shall look upon you as a younger brother, and in our new relationship I shall expect you to drop the formal Mr. and call me Walter.”
“It will seem awkward at first, but I shall get used to it and like it.”
“By the way—you will excuse my mentioning it—but it seems to me that your suit is well worn, not to say shabby.”
“That is true. As soon as I can afford it I will buy another.”
“You need not wait till then. I will send you to my tailor’s, with instructions to make you two suits at once. I will also give you an order on my haberdasher for such articles as you may require in his line.”