“That’s pretty hard on me, ma.”

“I am out of all patience with you,” said Mrs. Brent.  “Am I not working for your interest, and you are doing all you can to thwart my plans.  If you don’t care anything about inheriting a large fortune, let it go!  We can go back to Gresham and give it all up.”

“I’ll do as you say, ma,” said Jonas, subdued.

The very next day Mr. Granville sent for Mrs. Brent.  She lost no time in waiting upon him.

“Mrs. Brent,” he said, “I have decided to leave Philadelphia to-morrow.”

“Are you quite able, sir?” she asked, with a good assumption of sympathy.

“My doctor tells me I may venture.  We shall travel in Pullman cars, you know.  I shall secure a whole compartment, and avail myself of every comfort and luxury which money can command.”

“Ah, sir! money is a good friend in such a case.”

“True, Mrs. Brent.  I have seen the time when I was poorly supplied with it.  Now I am happily at ease.  Can you and Philip be ready?”

“Yes, Mr. Granville,” answered Mrs. Brent promptly.  “We are ready to-day, for that matter.  We shall both be glad to get started.”

“I am glad to hear it.  I think Philip will like his Western home.  I bought a fine country estate of a Chicago merchant, whose failure compelled him to part with it.  Philip shall have his own horse and his own servants.”

“He will be delighted,” said Mrs. Brent warmly.  “He has been used to none of these things, for Mr. Brent and I, much as we loved him, had not the means to provide him with such luxuries.”

“Yes, Mrs. Brent, I understand that fully.  You were far from rich.  Yet you cared for my boy as if he were your own.”

“I loved him as much as if he had been my own son, Mr. Granville.”

“I am sure you did.  I thank Providence that I am able to repay to some extent the great debt I have incurred.  I cannot repay it wholly, but I will take care that you, too, shall enjoy ease and luxury.  You shall have one of the best rooms in my house, and a special servant to wait upon you.”

“Thank you, Mr. Granville,” said Mrs. Brent, her heart filled with proud anticipations of the state in which she should hereafter live.  “I do not care where you put me, so long as you do not separate me from Philip.”

“She certainly loves my son!” said Mr. Granville to himself.  “Yet her ordinary manner is cold and constrained, and she does not seem like a woman whose affections would easily be taken captive.  Yet Philip seems to have found the way to her heart.  It must be because she has had so much care of him.  We are apt to love those whom we benefit.”

But though Mr. Granville credited Mrs. Brent with an affection for Philip, he was uneasily conscious that the boy’s return had not brought him the satisfaction and happiness he had fondly anticipated.

To begin with, Philip did not look at all as he had supposed his son would look.  He did not look like the Granvilles at all.  Indeed, he had an unusually countrified aspect, and his conversation was mingled with rustic phrases which shocked his father’s taste.