"Where do you think of sending him?"
"To your house."
"To my house?" exclaimed Mr. Huxter, in surprise, for he had not foreseen what was coming.
"Yes."
"I don't know as he would like the way we live," said Mr. Huxter, thinking of the "picked-up" dinners to which he was accustomed. "He's a rich man's son, and has been used to good living."
"Don't trouble yourself about that," said Mrs. Oakley; "if he has always lived well, he can stand a little poor living now, by way of variety. It is his own fault that I send him away from home."
Mr. Huxter hardly knew what to think of this arrangement. He had hoped that his sister would settle an annual sum upon him, without any equivalent, or would give him, say a thousand dollars outright. Now she only proposed that he should take a boarder.
"I don't know what my wife will say," he remarked. "It will increase her work."
"Not much. There will only be one extra seat at the table."
"But we shall have to put ourselves out a little for him."