“I want to talk over your prospects, Philip,” he said.
There was silence till after the two had left the room. Then Mrs. Pitkin said:
“Alonzo, I don't like this.”
“What don't you like, ma?”
“Uncle bringing this boy home. It is very extraordinary, this sudden interest in a perfect stranger.”
“Do you think he'll leave him any money?” asked Alonzo, betraying interest.
“I don't know what it may lead to, Lonny, but it don't look right. Such things have been known.”
“I'd like to punch the boy's head,” remarked Alonzo, with sudden hostility. “All uncle's money ought to come to us.”
“So it ought, by rights,” observed his mother.
“We must see that this boy doesn't get any ascendency over him.”