"Where have you been?"
"To the office of Mr. Rockwell, my banker."
"Your banker!" sneered Edgar. "How long has he been your banker, I should like to know."
"Only since this morning. I have just deposited some money with him."
"Indeed! How much?"
"A thousand dollars."
"You are too funny altogether. If you are ever worth a thousand cents you will be lucky."
"Do you think so?" returned Mark, smiling. "I shouldn't be satisfied with so small a fortune as that."
"My father tells me you and your mother have made him a very poor return for a kind offer he made you yesterday."
"That's a matter of business, Edgar. We didn't look upon it in the same way. But I am afraid I must tear myself away from your company. I shall be expected at the office."