“If it is really mine I will take it,” said the boy.
“You are sensible,” said his guardian, putting it into his hand. “You are perfectly safe in taking it. It is yours. It will enable you to buy a few postage stamps. I shall be interested to hear of your success. Good-bye.”
Jeffreys, ignoring the hand which was held out to him, walked silently from the room. Mr Halgrove stood a moment and listened to the retreating footsteps. Then he returned to his chair and rang the bell.
“Mrs Jessop,” said he, “Mr Jeffreys is going on a journey. Will you kindly see he has a good meal before starting?”
Mrs Jessop went upstairs and found Jeffreys writing a letter.
“Master says you’re going a journey, sir.”
“Yes. I shall be starting in half an hour.”
“Can’t you put it off till to-morrow, sir?”
“No, thanks. But I want to finish this letter.”
“Well, sir, there’ll be some supper for you in the parlour. It’s master’s orders.”