Perhaps it was a liberty I ought not to have taken, inviting
him here without consulting you first, but I wanted you to see him, and
him to see you," and there was a vehemence in Neil's voice and manner
which Bessie could not understand. "He is rich, or will be by and by,"
Neil said. "And the most generous chap I ever saw. He was always helping
us out of scrapes at school. He has a rich aunt in America, who keeps
him well supplied with money, besides what his father gave him when he
came of age."
"What did you say he was doing in Carnarvon?" Bessie asked, and Neil
replied:
"Hunting up some old woman, or young woman, I don't know which, as I
never paid much attention to what he did say about it, I believe,
though, there is some money in the case. I wish it was for me," Neil
said, and then suddenly he sank into a thoughtful, abstracted mood, from
which he did not rouse till the clock struck ten and it was time to say
good-night. "I have not been very good company for the last hour, I have
been worried lately and am not quite myself," he said to Bessie, when
she asked if he were ill and if there was anything she could do for him
or send to his room.
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