“I don't know. That will be as Mr. Granville thinks best.”
“Where are you going, mother? Are you going to live here?”
“Of course I shall be with you. I will make that a condition. I cannot be parted from my only boy.”
“But I shall be Mr. Granville's boy.”
“To the public you will be. But when we are together in private, we shall be once more mother and son.”
“I am afraid you will spoil all,” said Jonas. “Old Granville will suspect something if you seem to care too much for me.”
The selfish nature of Jonas was cropping out, and his mother felt, with a pang, that he would be reconciled to part with her forever for the sake of the brilliant prospects and the large fortune which Mr. Granville could offer him.
She was outwardly cold, but such affection as she was capable of she expended on this graceless and ungrateful boy.
“You seem to forget that I may have some feeling in the matter,” said Mrs. Brent coldly, but with inward pain. “If the result of this plan were to be that we should be permanently separated, I would never consent to it.”
“Just as you like, mother,” said Jonas, with an ill grace. “I don't look much like Phil.”