"I don't know. I presume it was a chance acquaintance. However that may be, the young rascal seems to have got on her blind side, and to be installed first favorite."
"Your sister doesn't like it?"
"Not much. Between you and me, Louisa—Mrs. Tracy—means to inherit all the old lady's property, and doesn't like to have anyone come in, even for a trifle. She'll have me left out in the cold if she can, but I mean to have something to say to that. In such matters you can't trust even your own sister."
"I agree with you, Warner."
The two young men ate a hearty dinner, and then adjourned to a billiard room, where they spent the afternoon over the game. Warner reached home in time for supper.
"Where have you been, Warner?" asked Mrs. Tracy.
"Looking for work," was the answer.
"What success did you meet with?"
"Not much as yet. I fell in with an old acquaintance, who may assist me in that direction."
"I am glad you have lost no time in seeking employment. It will please aunt."