Gilbert rose, and grasped Mr. Briggs’ hand cordially. Boy as he was, he comprehended the struggle through which his guardian had passed.
“Thank you, sir,” he said. “I shall forget all that has passed; and I ask you to remain my guardian, and take care of my property for me.”
Man of the world as he was, Mr. Briggs was touched by this proof of generous confidence.
“I don’t deserve this, Gilbert; but I will do as you ask. I will, however, see a lawyer, and make such arrangements that whatever may happen to me you will be safe.”
At that moment the bell rang.
“I think Mrs. Briggs and Randolph have returned,” said the merchant. “One word, Gilbert, of what has passed between us, let it only be known that you have received a large legacy, and that I am your guardian in reality as well as in name.”
“All right, sir. Perhaps I had better go. Mrs. Briggs don’t like me.”
Her husband laughed.
“She will change when she knows you are rich,” he said. “Don’t be surprised. It is the way of the world.”
He had scarcely finished when Mrs. Briggs entered, followed by Randolph. She remarked Gilbert’s presence with displeasure.