“Is that straight?” asked Septimus.
“A small fortune,” said Bernard, “but I think I shall get my father’s money besides soon. I am having negotiations with Mr. McCracken.”
“Won’t you come back here to live?” asked Septimus. “We’ll have awful good times together.”
“Yes,” said the professor, “Septimus always loved you like a brother.”
“Yes, I did,” affirmed Septimus.
“It is pleasant to find you so glad to see me,” said Bernard, smiling. “I am afraid I can’t stay, though. My friend, Mr. Cunningham of London, can’t spare me. We shall stay in New York for the present.”
“May I come to visit you?” asked Septimus.
“I am not sure that it would be convenient, but if you wish to make a trip to New York on your own account, this will help you to do it,” and Bernard produced a five-dollar bill, which Septimus seized with avidity.
Later in the day Bernard called on Nat Barclay, and insisted on taking him to New York for a few days.
“You were my friend when I needed one, Nat. Now I have more than I want. Septimus and his father seem devoted to me.”