"I never pretended to be an affectionate son," said Jasper, coolly. "It's my belief that you've mismanaged this matter somewhat. You'd better have left it in my hands."
"I did the best I could, but Gilbert is sharp and no baby. You might know that from the way in which he tamed Bucephalus."
"I wish the brute had broken his neck."
"I don't know," said James Grey, slowly. "I believe Heaven is on his side, and we can't fight against Heaven."
"Perhaps you are content to be a beggar. I am not."
"We are not beggars. Your cousin leaves us ten thousand dollars, and assures us an annual income of two thousand dollars."
"That is not bad," said Jasper, with a sigh of relief. "I hope you don't mean to stay in this dull hole."
"No, it would be disagreeable. When money matters are fairly settled, I propose that we shall leave the country, and settle in Europe."
Jasper's eyes sparkled.
"The most sensible thing you could decide upon, father. It isn't so bad after all. We can live comfortably on our income abroad."