“When?” asked Noah, eagerly.
“His father’s had a letter from New York, sayin’ that he’s just arrived by the Etruria.”
“Why, the Etruria comes from Liverpool, not from Bombay!”
“I know that. He must have come by way of England.”
“Ho! ho! Why, I thought he’d got a place in Bombay?”
“He’s probably been discharged and sent home.”
“I’m glad of it!”
“I suppose you’ll be glad to have his company again?” said the deacon, slyly, for he knew just how his son felt toward Guy.
“No, it isn’t that; but I’m glad he’s come home in disgrace. That boy was always puttin’ on airs, though his father was only a poor minister, and hadn’t half as much money as you.”
“No; nor one-fifth,” said the deacon, complacently. “I’ll tell you a secret, Noah. I’ve got a mortgage on the minister’s house.”