“No, I think not. I shall live in New York for the present.”
“I will take you cheap—very cheap! I always liked you, Bernard Brooks,” and the professor squeezed Bernard’s hand between his bony fingers.
“I am glad to hear it, but I thought you didn’t. You used to call me a bad lot.”
“A little harmless joke. I didn’t mean it. Here, Septimus!”
Septimus came from the street, eying Bernard with curiosity.
“Septimus,” said his father, “this is our old and favorite pupil, Bernard Brooks.”
“How do you do, Bernard?” said Septimus, looking surprised.
“Very well, thank you!”
“Why, you’re rigged out in tip-top style!” went on Septimus, enviously.
“Septimus,” said his father, “you will be glad to hear that our dear young friend has come into a fortune.”