“And I can send you something every week from New York.”
“But I will be so lonely, Chester, with no one else in the house.”
“That is true, mother.”
“But I won’t let that stand in the way. You may have prospects in New York. You have none here.”
“And, as Mr. Conrad says, I am likely to run out of subjects for sketches.”
“I think I shall have to give my consent, then.”
“Thank you, mother,” said Chester, joyfully. “I will do what I can to pay you for the sacrifice you are making.”
Just then the doorbell rang.
“It is Mr. Gardener, the lawyer,” said Chester, looking from the window.
A moment later he admitted the lawyer.