"Hum! — I guess there aint much money made by the law," said Mr. Forriner taking a pinch of snuff. "It's a good trade to starve by. How long have you to study?"
"All the time I have to live, sir."
"Eh? — and how do you expect to live in the meantime?"
"I shall manage to live as long as I study."
"Well I hope you will — I hope you will," said Mr. Forriner.
"You'll come in and take breakfast with us?"
"If you will allow me, sir."
"You haven't had breakfast yet?"
"No sir, nor supper."
"Well, I guess wife's got enough for you. If that's your box you'd better get the man to help you in with it. You can set it down here behind the door."
"Is it the right place, sir?" inquired Michael as Winthrop came out to him.