“Thank you,” said Philip.
Professor Riccabocca carelessly tucked the bill into his vest pocket, as if it were a mere trifle.
At this moment, Mr. Turner came up with all the other gentleman. “Mr. Gray,” he said, “here is a gentleman who wishes to speak to you.”
Philip looked up, and saw the well-known figure of Squire Pope.
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HIS OWN MASTER.
“Ahem, Philip,” said the squire. “I should like a little conversation with you.”
“Good evening, Squire Pope,” said our hero, not pretending to be cordial, but with suitable politeness.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” pursued the squire.
“Nor I you, sir.”
“I am visiting my sister, Mrs. Cunningham, who lives in Knoxville. Will you come around with me, and make a call?”