“Mr. Wallingford has manifested towards you a considerate spirit,” said I, speaking slowly and distinctly. “It naturally occurs to him that, as you are so pleasantly situated at the Allen House, an early removal therefrom might be anything but desirable. And so he has rested quietly up to this time, leaving a decision as to the period with yourself.”
“Humph! Very unselfish, truly!”
His lip curled in disdain.
“If you feel restive under this concession in your favor,” said I, putting on a serious manner, “I would suggest independence as a remedy.”
He looked at me curiously, yet with a scowling contraction of his brows.
“Independence! What am I to understand by your remark?”
“Simply this, Mr. Dewey. You are in the occupancy of property belonging to Mr. Wallingford, and by his favor. Now, if you cannot receive a kindness at his hands, in the name of all that is manly and independent, put yourself out of the range of obligation.”
I was not able to repress a sudden feeling of indignation, and so spoke with warmth and plainness.
“Thank you for your plainness of speech, Doctor,” he retorted, drawing himself up in a haughty manner.
“As to removing from the Allen House, I will do that just when it suits my pleasure.”