That evening, after Herbert had gone to bed, Mr. Reynolds invited Grant into his library.
“My boy,” he said, “I have settled accounts with Mrs. Estabrook; now I want to settle with you.”
“Not in the same way, I hope, sir,” said Grant.
“Yes, in the same way, according to your deserts. You have done me a service, that which none can be greater. You have been instrumental in restoring to me my only son.”
“I don't want any reward for that, sir.”
“Perhaps not; but I owe it to myself to see that this service is acknowledged. I shall raise your salary to fifteen dollars a week.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Grant, joyfully. “How glad my mother will be.”
“When you tell her this, you may also tell her that I have deposited on your account in the Bowery Savings Bank the sum of five thousand dollars.”
“This is too much, Mr. Reynolds,” said Grant, quite overwhelmed. “Why, I shall feel like a man of fortune.”
“So you will be in time, if you continue as faithful to business as in the past.”