“Then I will tell you an idea I have had in mind for a week or more. My boy Fred is attending a classical school, but his progress is not satisfactory to me. I don’t think him lacking in capacity, but he does not apply himself as he ought. It has occurred to me that assistance in the evening would materially aid him, and promote his standing in school. Except in Latin I could myself assist him, but after the business and perplexities of the day I am in no mood to turn teacher. Now, you are competent, and Fred has taken a fancy to you. Are you willing to give him five evenings a week?”
“Nothing would suit me better, sir,” said Gilbert, quickly. “I like Fred, and would do my best to be of service to him.”
Mr. Vivian looked pleased.
“Then,” he said, “I see no reason why we should not try the experiment. The only thing remaining to be discussed is the compensation.”
“I leave that to you, sir.”
“I may take advantage of your confidence,” said the merchant.
“I don’t feel alarmed,” said Gilbert, smiling.
“Suppose, then, we say ten dollars a week for five evenings.”
“Ten dollars!” exclaimed Gilbert, in amazement.
“If that is not adequate—”