"All right, I will go there with you to-morrow, or whenever you choose."
"I should not like to take up your time. Probably you have business of your own to occupy you."
"Oh, I can get through a good deal of business in a short time. When you are ready, come downstairs. You will find me in the office."
Left to himself, Scott took a good wash and put on some clean linen, which he found refreshing. He divided his bank notes into two parcels, one of which he put in his inside coat pocket, the other in an inside pocket in his vest.
He took the hint from his father's custom.
In twenty minutes he was ready to go downstairs. He found Crawford Lane awaiting him in the office.
"Shall we go in to dinner now, Scott?" said his new friend, familiarly.
"Yes," answered Scott, for, grieving though he did over his father's loss, he had the appetite of a healthy boy.
The dinner was plain, and the table neither neat nor attractive, but Scott felt that he had no right to be fastidious, and upon the whole ate heartily.