“We are not at liberty to go into particulars,” said Mr. Briggs; “but there is no doubt about it.”
“If you will excuse me, Mr. Briggs, I will leave you now. I should like to tell my friends of my good fortune.”
“Certainly. Come to my counting-room in the morning at ten. Some arrangements will need to be made.”
“I will be on hand, sir.”
“Dine with us to-morrow, Gilbert,” said Mrs. Briggs, graciously. “Randolph will be so glad of your company.”
“Thank you.”
Gilbert thought it due to his guardian to accept. He was wise enough to take the world as he found it, and return courtesy with courtesy.
“What has happened, Gilbert?” exclaimed his room-mate, when, half an hour later, Gilbert broke into the room, his face full of excitement.
“I am rich, Mr. Ingalls. I have become heir to eighty thousand dollars.”
“Good gracious!” exclaimed Alphonso Jones, who was present. “I suppose you will go to live on Fifth Avenue among the swells.”