The card which he placed in the hand of Nathan contained the name of
EPHRAIM SHARP,
Attorney-at-Law,
Centerville
“Very well, Mr. Sharp. We will be ready to receive him. Good-morning, sir.”
“Good-morning, Mr. Middleton. I hope you will not repent your decision.”
“That isn’t likely,” said Nathan to himself gleefully, when he was left alone. “A thousand dollars a year, and the boy’s board won’t probably cost me more’n a hundred. We don’t pamper ourselves with luxurious living. It is wrong. Besides, it is wasteful. I must go and acquaint Mrs. Middleton with the news.”
“Corinthia, my dear, we are about to have a boarder,” he said, on reaching the presence of his fair partner.
Corinthia’s eyes flashed, not altogether amiably.
“Do you mean to say, Mr. Middleton, you have agreed to take a boarder without consulting me?”