Presently his mind cleared.
"How did you leave all at 'Gladswood.' In fact I forgot that you
were there."
Mr. Lawson then gave a brief description of the days spent at the
farmhouse and was pleased to note the very great interest with which
Mr. Verne listened.
The solicitor was puzzled. He expected to find his friend in a state
of deep dejection, but instead he was more cheerful than usual, and
seemed to be exulting over some secret or newly-found joy.
"He may be rejoicing in the thought that his child is soon to be in
a position which his reverses cannot affect."
Phillip Lawson had no sooner uttered these words in an undertone,
than a deep chill seemed to paralyze his muscular frame.
"Just as if that should be of import to a poor beggar like me, who
has no more than can keep the wolf from the door."
Strictly speaking the last remark was somewhat hyperbolical, for as
we have hitherto been informed the young solicitor's professional
emoluments were now anything but scanty, but it was in the
bitterness of spirit that he made use of the words.
"Have you heard from Mrs. and Miss Verne, sir."
"There, I would have forgotten! It seems to me I am getting old
fast--nothing tells on a man like that," said Mr.
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