"I can have inquiries made, but it will take time. Meanwhile, it
seems you are safe, so the one important fact for the moment is
that you are cast off." Turning her bright eyes upon him, she
inquired, "How does it feel to be disinherited?"

"Blamed uncomfortable! I must tell Mr. Cortlandt at once."

"Let me," she offered, quickly. "I would not show any one that
letter, if I were you, nor advertise the fact that you are in
danger of arrest. It will be quite enough if I tell him that you
have quarrelled with your father--he is a peculiar man."

Kirk signified his agreement.

"Now what do you intend doing?" she asked him.

"I'm going to work."

"Good! Good!" She clapped her hands gleefully.

"Oh, I don't WANT to," he protested, "but the old gentleman thinks
I'm no good, and I'd like to show him he's wrong. After I've done
that, I intend to loaf again--yes, and I'll know how to loaf by
that time. Of course, I'll have to pay my debts, too."

"Poor Mr. Weeks!"

"Why poor?"