“I leave home at my own wish, but with the consent of Mrs. Brent, to seek my fortune. It is wholly my own idea, and I hold no one else responsible.
“PHILIP BRENT.”
“You may as well keep the name of Brent,” said his step-mother, “as you have no other that you know of.”
Phil winced at those cold words. It was not pleasant to reflect that this was so, and that he was wholly ignorant of his parentage.
“One thing more,” said Mrs. Brent. “It is only eight o'clock. I should like to have you go out and call upon some of those with whom you are most intimate, and tell them that you are leaving home voluntarily.”
“I will,” answered Phil.
“Perhaps you would prefer to do so to-morrow.”
“No; I am going away to-morrow morning.”
“Very well.”
“Going away to-morrow morning?” repeated Jonas, who entered the room at that moment.