Bernard plied the knocker at Professor Snowdon’s front door. Clad in a ragged dressing-gown the professor came to answer it. Being shortsighted he didn’t at once recognize Bernard.
“Have you business with me, young gentleman?” he said respectfully, noticing Bernard’s handsome attire.
“You don’t seem to recognize me, professor.”
“Have I seen you before?”,
“I am Bernard Brooks.”
“Is it possible! You—you seem to be prosperous.”
“Yes, Professor Snowdon, the world has used me fairly well of late.”
“I am so glad to hear it,” said the tutor gushingly. “I always thought that you’d get along in business. You are in business, aren’t you?”
“To a certain extent, yes,” replied Bernard. “I have fallen heir to some fifteen thousand dollars.”
“You don’t tell me! Dear me, how fortunate! Do you wish to return to the institute?”