“I thought I had better come up at once, sir.”
“You did right.”
“I was rather surprised at what your letter contained. Dr. Burton let me read it.”
“You fancied yourself rich?” said the merchant, coldly.
“Yes, sir; I had always been led to suppose so.”
“I never told you so.”
“You did not tell me I was poor, and would have to make my own way.”
“You complain of that, do you?” demanded Mr. Briggs, frowning.
“I wish I had known it before.”
“It wasn’t necessary to tell you. As to that, my judgment is of course superior to yours. You understand, do you, that you must now go to work?”