CHAPTER VI
THE LAWYER’S HOME
The lawyer regarded Herbert with a smile.
“Your uncle’s will doesn’t seem to have given general satisfaction,” hesaid.
“No,” responded Herbert; “but for my part I have come out as well as Iexpected.”
“I suppose you know Mr. Carter was rich?”
“So my mother told me.”
“How much do you think he was worth?”
Herbert was rather surprised at this question. Why should the lawyer askit, when of course he knew much more about the matter?
“About a hundred thousand dollars, I suppose,” he answered.
“You are not far wrong. Now doesn’t your share, and your mother’s, seemvery small compared with this large amount?”
“It is very small compared with that, but we had no claim to anything.The clothes and the money will be very useful to us.”
“You are a model heir,” said Mr. Spencer, smiling “You alone do not findfault, except, of course, Miss Nancy, who has fared the best.”
“I would rather make a fortune for myself than inherit one fromanother,” said Herbert, sturdily.
“I respect your independence, my boy,” said the lawyer, who feltfavorably disposed toward our hero. “Still, a legacy isn’t to bedespised. Now tell me when you want to take your trunk.”
“I want to ask your advice about that,” said Herbert. “I walked overfrom Wrayburn. How shall I carry the trunk back?”
“You will have to return by the stage to-morrow morning, that is, if youare ready to go back so soon.”
“Do they charge much to stop overnight at the hotel?” asked Herbert,anxiously, for he had but seventy-five cents with him. It occurred tohim how foolish he had been not to consider that it would be necessaryfor him to spend the night in Randolph.
“I don’t know exactly how much. I think they charge fifty cents for abed, and the same for each meal.”
Herbert’s face lengthened, and he became alarmed. How was he going tomanage, on his limited resources?
The lawyer penetrated his perplexity, and, being a kind-hearted man,quickly came to his relief.
“I think you would find it lonely at the hotel, my boy,” he said, “and Ishall therefore invite you to pass the night at my house instead.”
“You are very kind, sir,” said Herbert, gratefully, finding hisdifficulty happily removed. “I accept your invitation with pleasure.”
“The boy has been well brought up, if he is poor,” thought Mr. Spencer.“Well,” he said, “that is settled. I think our supper must be ready, sowe will go over to the house at once. By the way, there is a boy fromyour town visiting my son. You must know him?”
“Is it James Leech?” asked Herbert, remembering what James had told him.
“Yes. Do you know him?”
“We are schoolmates.”
“Then it will be pleasant for you to meet.”
Herbert was not quite sure about this, but forbore to say so.
He accompanied Mr. Spencer to his house, which was just across thestreet from the office, and followed the lawyer into an apartmenthandsomely furnished. James Leech and Tom Spencer were sitting at asmall table, playing checkers.
“Hello, Carter!” exclaimed James, in surprise, “how came you here?”
“Mr. Spencer invited me,” said Herbert, not surprised at the mode ofaddress.
“Did your uncle leave you anything?” asked James, with interest.
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“He left my mother a hundred dollars.”
“That isn’t much,” said James, contemptuously. “Was that all?”
“No, he left me a trunk, and what is in it.”
“What is in it?”
“Clothes, I believe.”
“A lot of old clothes!” commented James, turning up his nose. “That’s afine legacy, I must say.”
“I shall find them useful,” said Herbert, quietly.
“Oh, no doubt. You can roll up the pants and coat-sleeves. It will befun to see you parading round in your uncle’s tailcoats.”
“I don’t think you’ll have that pleasure,” said Herbert, flushing. “If Iwear them I shall have them made over for me.”
“I congratulate you on your new and extensive wardrobe,” said James,mockingly. “Won’t you cut a dash, though, on the streets of Wrayburn!”
Herbert did not deign a reply to this rude speech. Tom Spencer, whowas much more of a gentleman than James, was disgusted with hisimpertinence. He rose, and took Herbert by the hand.
“You must let me introduce myself,” he said. “My name is Thomas Spencer,and I am glad to see you here.”
“Thank you,” said Herbert, his heart opening at the frank and cordialmanner of the other. “My name is Herbert Carter, and I am very glad tomake your acquaintance.”
“Are you going to finish this game, Tom?” drawled James, not relishingthe idea of Herbert’s receiving any attention from his friend.
“If you don’t mind, we’ll have it another time,” said Tom. “There goesthe supper bell, and I for one am hungry.”
At the supper table James noticed, to his secret disgust, that Herbertwas treated with as much consideration as himself. Mr. and Mrs.Spencer appeared to consider them social equals, which made James veryuncomfortable.
“You boys are about of an age, I suppose,” said Mr. Spencer.
“I really don’t know,” said James, haughtily.
“You attend the same school?”
“Yes,” said James, “but I expect to go to some select academy very soon.At a public school you have to associate with all classes, you know.”
Mr. Spencer arched his brows, and steadily regarded the youngaristocrat.
“I don’t see any great distinction of classes in a country village,” said he, dryly. “Besides, we are living in a republic.”
“You wouldn’t like to associate on equal terms with a day laborer,” saidJames, pertly.
“I am a laborer myself,” said the lawyer, smiling. “I wish I could sayI were a day laborer exclusively, but sometimes I have to work into thenight.”
“You are a professional man, and a gentleman,” said James. “You don’twork with your hands.”
“I hope you boys will all grow up gentlemen,” said Mr. Spencer.
“I shall, of course,” said James.
“And you, Tom?”
“I hope so.”
“And you, Herbert?”
“I hope so, too,” said Herbert; “but if it is necessary to be rich to bea gentleman, I am not sure about it.”
“What is your idea of a gentleman, James?” asked the lawyer.
“He must be of a good family, and wear good clothes, and live nicely.”
“Is that all?”
“He ought to be well educated.”
“I see you name that last which I should name first. So these constitutea gentleman, in your opinion?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Not always. I have known men combining all the qualifications you havementioned, who were very far from being gentlemen, in my opinion.”
“How is that, sir?” asked James, puzzled.
“They were arrogant, puffed up with an idea of their own importance,deficient in politeness.”
“How well he has described James!” thought Herbert, but he was too muchof a gentleman to say so.
James looked disconcerted, and dropped the subject. He thought thelawyer had some queer ideas. Why need a gentleman be polite to hisinferiors? he thought, but he didn’t say so.
After supper the boys went out behind the house, and feasted on peaches,which were just ripe. Herbert found Tom very social, but James tookvery little notice of him. Our hero did not make himself unhappy onthis account. In fact, he was in unusual good spirits, and enjoyed inanticipation the pleasure of going back to Wrayburn with the welcomenews of the two legacies.
About half past seven Mr. Spencer came out
into the orchard.
“As the stage starts early in the morning, Herbert,” he said, “we hadbetter go over and get the trunk ready, so that you can take it home.”
James Leech hoped to receive an invitation to accompany the two; but noinvitation was given, and he was forced to content himself with stayingbehind.
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