"I have had that trick played on me before, sir, in my travels. I understand that Catholic gentlemen do so sometimes to try the fidelity of the messenger."
The other laughed out loud, throwing back his head.
"Why, that is a poor compliment!" he said. "You shall have a better one from us, I have no doubt."
Mr. Thomas leaned over the table and took the paper. He examined it very carefully; then he handed it back. His father laughed again as he took it.
"You are very cautious, my son," he said. "But it is wise enough…. Well, then," he went on to the carpenter, "you are willing to do this work for us? And as for payment—"
"I ask only my food and lodging," said the lad quietly; "and enough to carry me on to the next place."
"Why—" began the other in a protest.
"No, sir; no more than that…." He paused an instant. "I hope to be admitted to the Society of Jesus this year or next."
There was a pause of astonishment. And then old Sir Thomas' deep voice broke in.
"You do very well, sir. I heartily congratulate you. And I would I were twenty years younger myself…."