“Tom leaves us to-morrow,” said Nathan.
“Indeed! You surprise me,” said the lawyer.
“Circumstances render it necessary for him to make different arrangements.”
“Has he become tired of Plympton? James will miss him.”
“I don’t know that he has become tired of it, but he has lost his fortune, and is now a poor boy.”
“You amaze me,” ejaculated Squire Davenport. “I thought him rich.”
“Three months ago he was worth forty thousand dollars.”
“How has it been lost?”
“By bad investments. I’ll tell you all I know about it,” and Nathan repeated the information he had heard in the morning.
“Of course,” he concluded, “he must now earn his own living.”