“Do you think your father would give me work?” asked Herbert, demurely.
“I don't know. He might, if you agreed to sell the house.”
“We may, if we can get enough for it.”
“You'll have to, anyway. You must be very poor.”
“We've got a little money.”
“Well, I'll mention your case to father. I'm sorry for you, but I knew beforehand you wouldn't succeed in New York.”
Herbert smiled quietly as James walked away.
“He'll be astonished when he hears the truth,” thought he.