“I think I shall go to New York.”
“What for?”
“Seek my fortune, as so many have done before me.”
“They didn't always find it!” said Mrs. Brent with a cold sneer. “Is there any other reason?”
“Yes; it's chiefly on account of what you told me yesterday. You said that I was dependent upon you.”
“So you are.”
“And that I wasn't even entitled to the name of Brent.”
“Yes, I said it, and it's true.”
“Well,” said Phil, “I don't want to be dependent upon you. I prefer to earn my own living.”
“I am not prepared to say but that you are right. But do you know what the neighbors will say?”