"That will tide you over for the present," he said.
"But," said Scott, "ought I accept so much? I don't know when I shall be able to repay you."
"Then we had better consider it a gift."
"Thank you very much, sir."
"It is hardly worth mentioning," he said. "If it will do you good I am glad. Now, you must come in and take some dinner with me. I have eaten nothing since breakfast, and am almost famished."
The young man ordered a plain, but most appetizing dinner, to which Scott and himself did equal justice. Scott, too, had eaten nothing since breakfast, and that breakfast had been a meager one.
After dinner the two friends hailed a car and went uptown. They spent an hour in Central Park.
Mr. Wood proposed to walk back, and Scott accompanied him.
"Would you mind if I called at Mr. Little's house?" asked Scott. "There may be a letter for me from Cousin Seth."
"Do so, by all means, Scott."