“Perhaps you are right, but I wouldn’t like to send him off empty-handed. I’ll buy his ticket, and give him fifty dollars, so that he need not suffer.”
“It seems to me that is too much. Twenty dollars, or ten, would be liberal.”
The cold-hearted woman seemed to forget the years during which her uncle had virtually supported her.
“No, Lucinda; I shall give him fifty.”
“You should think of your son, Colonel Ross,” said his wife. “Don’t impoverish him by your foolish generosity.”
Colonel Ross shrugged his shoulders.
“Philip will have all the money that will be good for him,” he said.
“Very well; as you please. Only get him off as soon as you can. It is mortifying to me to have such a looking old man here claiming relationship to me.”
“He is your uncle, Lucinda, and you must mention the plan to him.”
“Very well.”