"Mrs. Dunn and Malcolm have proved
their friendship in a thousand ways. We never can repay them, Stephen
and I, never!"
"No. There's some things you can't ever pay, I know that. Mrs. Dunn
found this nice place for you, did she?"
"Why, yes. She and I found it together."
"So? That was lucky, wa'n't it? Advertised in the newspaper, was it; or
was there a 'To Let' placard up in the window?"
"No, certainly not. Mrs. Dunn knew that we had decided to move, and she
has a cousin who is interested in New York property. She asked him, and
he mentioned this apartment."
"One of his own, was it?"
"I believe so. Why are you so particular? Don't you like it?"
Her tone was sharp. Stephen, who resented his uncle's questions as
impertinent intrusions upon the family affairs, added one of his own.
"Isn't it as good as those in--what do you call it--South Denboro?" he
asked, maliciously.
Captain Elisha laughed heartily.
"Pretty nigh as good," he said. "I didn't notice any better on the way
to the depot as I drove up. And I doubt if there's many new ones built
since I left. It's a mighty fine lot of rooms, I think. What's the rent?
You'll excuse my askin', things bein' as they are."
"Twenty-two hundred a year," answered his niece, coldly.
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