That was true; Braith was silent a while.
At last he said, “I have all the money you will want till your own comes, you know, and I can get you ready by the end of this week, if you will go.”
Rex was no baby, but his voice shook when he answered.
“Dear old, kind, unselfish friend! I’d almost rather remain poor, and let you keep on taking care of me, but—see here—” and he handed him a letter. “That came this morning, after you left.”
Braith read it eagerly, and looked up with a brighter face than he had worn for many a day.
“By Jove!” he said. “By Jupiter!”
Rex smiled sadly at his enthusiasm.
“This means health, and a future, and—everything to you, Rex!”
“Health and wealth, and happiness,” said Gethryn bitterly.
“Yes, you ungrateful young reprobate—that’s exactly what it means. Go to your Arcachon, by all means, since you’ve got a fortune to go on—I say—you—you didn’t know your aunt very well, did you? You’re not cut up much?”