Gilbert told the story, already familiar to the reader. He also told about his regaining it.
“That must have been disagreeable; and, of course, you felt the loss of income. But your board was at least provided for. You received money for that from my office?”
“No, sir; not a cent.”
“Why not? I left directions to that effect.”
Gilbert’s cheek flushed.
“I called on Mrs. Briggs, to inquire about it,” he said, reluctantly; “but she chose to treat me as a beggar, and I declined to receive anything.”
Mr. Briggs looked annoyed.
“I am afraid,” he said, desirous of excusing his wife, “that you are too sensitive, Gilbert. Mrs. Briggs is a little unfortunate in her manner, and gave you a wrong impression. However, you shall not suffer for it. Come round to the office to-morrow, and I will give you a sum equal to what you would have had if I had been at home.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Gilbert; but still he looked grave.
“Does not that satisfy you?” asked Mr. Briggs, a little annoyed.