“Perhaps I may have lost all I now possess,” said Rodney. “Within a year I have lost fifty thousand dollars.”
“You don’t say so.”
“Yes; it was through a man who had charge of my property. I think now I shall manage my money matters myself.”
“Doubtless you are right. That was certainly a heavy loss. I shouldn’t like to lose so much. I suppose, however, you had something left?”
“Oh yes,” answered Rodney in an indifferent tone.
“He must be rich to make so little account of fifty thousand dollars,” thought the squire.
“How long do you propose to stay in town, Mr. Pettigrew?” he asked.
“I can’t tell, sir, but I don’t think I can spare more than three or four days.”
“May I hope that you and Mr. Ropes will take supper with me tomorrow evening?”
“Say the next day and we’ll come. Tomorrow I must go to my uncle’s.”