“What is that?”
“You are not my friend, and Mr. Dunbar is.”
“Really this is very extraordinary!” ejaculated the squire. “I am not your friend? How do you know that?”
“You tried to make a pauper out of me, when, as you must perceive, I am entirely able to earn my own living.”
“Is it true that you were paid ten dollars for playing this evening?” asked the squire curiously.
“Yes, sir.”
“It beats all!” said the squire, in amazement.
“Yet you wanted to sell my violin for a good deal less than I have earned in one evening,” said Philip, enjoying his enemy’s surprise.
“You gave an entertainment at Wilkesville also, I hear?”
“Yes, sir.”