“So you have told me; still I advise you to call, the sooner the better, in my opinion.”
“Suppose I get no satisfaction?”
“In that case you will know what to look forward to. If you are thrown upon your own resources, you can lay your plans accordingly.”
“I should like to know the worst, at any rate,” said Gilbert, thoughtfully.
“Then take my advice, and call this evening on Mrs. Briggs.”
“I will,” said Gilbert; “but I would rather have a tooth out.”
CHAPTER XXVIII.
AN UNSATISFACTORY CALL.
Mr. Ingalls was right in his conjecture. On board the steamer Mr. Briggs had thought of his young ward, and was rather annoyed that he had not left directions at the office that he should be paid his regular weekly stipend.
“There is one thing which I have forgotten,” he said to his wife.
“What is it?” she inquired.