"He is a poor man," she concluded. "As I understand, he brought home but five hundred dollars, but he is lucky enough to be employed in an office in New York at a salary of twelve dollars a week."
"If I were earning that, and could hold up my head an honest man, without a stain—an undeserved stain—upon my name, I should be happy."
"Can you tell me Uncle Jacob's address?" he asked, after a pause. "I don't think I shall venture to call upon him, for I am subject to arrest on the old charge, as you know, and the New York detectives are sharp, but I might write to him and ask his advice. But stay! he thinks me dead, does he not?"
"Yes."
"And Bert—is that what you still call him?—he still thinks that he has no father living?"
"You wished it so, Simeon."
"Yes; but the time may come when the secret can be revealed to him. I may disclose myself to Uncle Jacob. I don't remember him very well, but——"
"He is the best and kindest of men. I wish, he could have found employment here."
"Did he visit Albert?"