“Yes; that’s what you said.”
“True. Were there more in the trunk?”
“Yes; I heard father say there were a thousand dollars in bonds.”
James Congreve’s face was overspread by an expression of covetousness.
“It’s a pity you didn’t take more,” he said.
“But what was the need of taking more? These will pay my debt to you.”
“Of course. Still, it seemed such a good chance.”
“You don’t think I’m going to set up as a thief, do you, Congreve?” asked Philip, in surprise.
“No, of course not. I didn’t mean anything. Well, Phil, the sooner these are disposed of the better.”
“You are going to attend to that?”