“I have no other claims. That is all I owe to anybody.”
“Well, when can you let me have the money?”
“I am sure I don’t know,” returned Philip, sullenly. “I didn’t expect you were going to press me so.”
James Congreve saw that Philip had reached the point which he desired.
“I press you because I have to,” he said. “I have already told you how you can settle the claim.”
“How?” asked Philip, uneasily.
He could guess, for there had been conversation on that point before.
“You know what I mean. Get hold of some of your father’s government bonds,” said Congreve, insinuatingly.
“I don’t want to become a thief.”
“Pooh! Isn’t he your father, and ain’t you an only son? Won’t it all be yours sometime?”