“I know that already.”
“But you didn’t know that I should probably have to foreclose the mortgage, and take the place. Of course, I shall get it cheap.”
“What are you going to do with it?”
“Perhaps I shall keep it till you are married, Noah, and give it to you to live in,” said his father, playfully.
“Then Guy won’t have any home to go to?”
“That’s about it.”
“I wouldn’t be in his shoes. He’s lost his place, and now he will lose his home, too.”
“We mustn’t rejoice over his misfortune,” said the deacon, with the air of a Pecksniff. “We should always feel sorry for the bad luck of our fellow men.”
“If you are, father, why do you foreclose the mortgage?”
“That’s business, Noah. We sometimes have to do in the way of business what we do not like to do. By the way, don’t mention to anyone what I intend to do.”