“And very naturally,” said Mr. Granville. “We become attached to those whom we benefit. Doubtless he feels a like affection for you. You love this good lady, Philip, who has supplied to you the place of your own mother, who died in your infancy, do you not?”
“Yes, sir,” answered Jonas stolidly. “But I want to live with my pa!”
“To be sure you shall. My boy, we have been separated too long already. Henceforth we will live together, and Mrs. Brent shall live with us.”
“Where do you live, pa?” asked Jonas.
“I have a country-seat a few miles from Chicago,” answered Mr. Granville. “We will go there as soon as I am well enough. I ought to apologize, Mrs. Brent, for inviting you up to my room, but my rheumatism makes me a prisoner.”
“I hope your rheumatism will soon leave you, sir.”
“I think it will. I have an excellent physician, and already I am much better. I may, however, have to remain here a few days yet.”
“And where do you wish Philip and I to remain in the meantime?”
“Here, of course. Philip, will you ring the bell?”
“I don't see any bell,” answered Jonas, bewildered.