“I am much obliged to you. Allow me to compensate you for your trouble”; and Mr. Temple thrust his thumb and forefinger into his vest pocket.
“Oh, no, sir, I don't want pay,” said Herbert, hurriedly.
Mr. Temple had made the offer as a matter of form and was relieved to find it declined. He said “good-night” graciously and advanced to the front door.
“Is Squire Leech at home?” he inquired of the servant.
“Yes, sir; I believe so. Won't you walk in?”
“Thank you. Please hand your master that card.”
Squire Leech did not recall Mr. Temple's name, and greeted him distantly. Not so Mr. Temple. He rose, and shook the squire's passive hand energetically.
“Why, Leech, it seems like old times seeing you again.”
“You have the advantage of me,” said the squire.
“You don't mean to say you've forgotten Temple—Andrew Temple? Why, we were at the Brandon Academy together.”