"Thank you all the same, Stephen," he said, "but I don't drink."
"Don't be afraid. It'll do you good."
Paul shook his head. He knew it would do no good to argue the point, so he simply declined once more.
"Don't be offended, Stephen," he said. "I should have no objection to drinking with you if I drank at all, but I've signed the pledge."
"None but babies and simpletons sign the pledge," said Stephen, contemptuously.
"If that's the case, you will have to count me either the one or the other."
"Can you change me a ten?" asked Stephen, drawing out a wallet, and producing a ten-dollar bill.
"I haven't so much money with me," answered Paul, rather surprised at Stephen's wealth, for he saw other bills besides in the pocket-book.
"If you had a five now, I'd exchange, and let you give the balance to sister Grace as a present, so that she needn't think brother Stephen quite so bad as she thinks."
Paul did not have a five, having given the one he received from Miss Dearborn to his mother. Even if he had had it with him, he would have felt indisposed to avail himself of his half-brother's surprising generosity, having grievous doubts whether Stephen had come by his present wealth honestly.