"It seems strange that he should be so cheerful."
"He won't be—to-morrow."
"No, I apprehend not."
When Squire Bates called at the carpenter's modest home Dean opened the door, and invited him into the sitting-room, where the two found themselves alone.
"I want to see your uncle," said the squire.
"If it's about the mortgage, I will attend to that matter."
"You—a boy?"
"Yes, I feel competent to settle the matter."