“I can hardly believe that.”
“I will strain a point and give you that sum,” said Mr. Simpson, who knew very well that he would be making an excellent bargain.
“I can’t decide upon so important a matter without consulting my son.”
To Mr. Simpson’s amazement she went to the foot of the stairs and called “Tom.”
“Has Tom got home?” asked the rich man, looking disturbed.
“He got home last night.”
Before Mr. Simpson had a chance to ask any further questions, Tom entered the room. He was looking healthy and manly, but he was shabbily dressed.
“He has returned as poor as he went,” thought John Simpson.
“So you’ve got home,” said he coldly.
“Yes, sir.”