“Yes.”
“How can you prove it?”
“I will let you know when the time comes.”
John was not disposed to continue the conversation. He walked back to the office, and told Simon Moore that Gilbert was selling papers in the square.
“I am glad his pride is brought low,” said Moore, with satisfaction.
“But it isn’t,” said John. “He is as proud as ever. He says he is coming back here.”
“Let him talk,” said the book-keeper, contemptuously. “That is all it will amount to.”
But John did not feel quite certain of this.
CHAPTER XXXI.
GILBERT’S SECOND DAY.
“How much did you make in your new business, Gilbert?” inquired his room-mate, Ingalls, with interest, at the close of his first day’s experience.