Mr. Jones simpered, and was evidently pleased. It was his private opinion that he was unusually fascinating, and this public acknowledgment of it was gratifying.
“You will have your joke, Mr. Ingalls,” he said. “I have a high respect for Mrs. Kinney; but, really, there is nothing in it, I do assure you.”
“Time will show,” said Mr. Ingalls, nodding his head in an oracular way. “But don’t be precipitate, Mr. Jones. Remember the Countess de Montmorency, who may yet be your bride.”
“I have no hopes in that quarter,” said Alphonso, who had ascertained that the count had been reduced by family misfortunes to accept a position in a barbers shop. “Good-evening, gents.”
When Alphonso had retired, Gilbert said, “I have something on my mind, Mr. Ingalls, though not what Mr. Jones supposed. I hope soon to let you know what it is.”
“Whenever you are ready, Gilbert. I am not curious; but shall be interested in anything that concerns you. It isn’t anything unpleasant, I hope.”
“It may be greatly to my advantage.”
“If that is the case, I can wait cheerfully.”
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
GILBERT’S SHIP COMES IN.
It may well be supposed that Gilbert wished, as soon as possible, to question his guardian on a subject having such an important bearing upon his future career. It occurred to him that it might be well to consult a lawyer first; but he finally decided not to do so. Personally Mr. Briggs had treated him kindly, and he did not wish, unless it should prove absolutely necessary, to assume a position antagonistic to him.