“They must be sold in New York, and I must depend upon you to attend to the business for me.”
“Can you trust me, mother? Wouldn't father—”
“Your father has no head for business, Grant. He is a learned man, and knows a great deal about books, but of practical matters he knows very little. You are only a boy, but you are a very sensible and trustworthy boy, and I shall have to depend upon you.”
“I will do the best I can, mother. Only tell me what you want me to do.”
“I wish you to take these pearls, and go to New York. You can find a purchaser there, if anywhere. I suppose it will be best to take them to some jewelry store, and drive the best bargain you can.”
“When do you wish me to go, mother?”
“There can be no advantage in delay. If tomorrow is pleasant, you may as well go then.”
“Shall you tell father your plan?”
“No, Grant, it might make him feel bad to think I was compelled to make a sacrifice, which, after all, is very little of a sacrifice to me. Years since I decided to trouble him as little as possible with matters of business. It could do no good, and, by making him anxious, unfitted him for his professional work.”
Mrs. Thornton's course may not be considered wise by some, but she knew her husband's peculiar mental constitution, and her object at least was praiseworthy, to screen him from undue anxiety, though it involved an extra share for herself.