“He was sent to New York on business by his employer, and took the opportunity of visiting me.”
“This don’t seem a very likely story,” said the deacon, in a tone of disappointment. “Are you sure he isn’t deceivin’ you?”
“I am quite sure,” answered Mr. Fenwick, with dignity. “Does your son ever deceive you?”
“That isn’t neither here nor there. If he told me such a story as Guy has told you I would punish him.”
“Guy doesn’t deceive me,” said the minister, quietly.
He was annoyed with the deacon for his incredulity, but he understood Mr. Crane’s suspicious nature, also his dislike for Guy, and he was not surprised.
“However,” continued the deacon, “that isn’t what I came over for. I hope you’ve considered the matter, and are resigned to my foreclosin’ the mortgage.”
“I do not propose to allow the mortgage to be foreclosed.”
The deacon was surprised and angry. He felt that Mr. Fenwick was trifling with him.
“I apprehend,” he said, “that it isn’t what you allow, Mr. Minister, but what I choose to do.”