“She has a son.”
“And you two don't agree?”
“You seem to know all about it, sir,” said Phil, surprised.
“I know something of the world—that is all.”
Phil began to think that Mr. Carter's knowledge of the world was very remarkable. He began to wonder whether he could know anything more—could suspect the secret which Mrs. Brent had communicated to him. Should he speak of it? He decided at any rate to wait, for Mr. Carter, though kind, was a comparative stranger.
“Well,” continued the old gentleman, “I won't inquire too minutely into the circumstances. You don't look like a boy that would take such an important step as leaving home without a satisfactory reason. The next thing is to help you.”
Phil's courage rose as he heard these words. Mr. Carter was evidently a rich man, and he could help him if he was willing. So he kept silence, and let his new friend do the talking.
“You want a place,” continued Mr. Carter. “Now, what are you fit for?”
“That is a hard question for me to answer, sir. I don't know.”
“Have you a good education?”