James laughed scornfully.
"No, I should think not," he said.
"Why?" asked Cameron, meaning to draw him out.
"He"s too poor," said James.
"You, I suppose, have no trouble in that way?"
"My father is the richest man in Wrayburn."
"That is lucky for you," said the collegian.
"I shouldn"t like to be as poor as Carter."
"It isn"t pleasant or convenient to be poor," said Herbert, quietly.
"I don"t mean always to be poor."
"You probably will be," said James. "Poor boys don"t always stay poor."
"There isn"t much chance for you to rise."
"I don"t know why," said Herbert.
"Then it seems, Herbert," said Cameron, smiling, "there is not much chance of my welcoming you at Yale."
"I wish there was."
"So you will have to be content with serving as my professor here."
James did not understand this allusion, but privately wondered how Cameron could talk so intimately with a boy in Herbert"s low social position.
"I turn off here," he said. "That is our house."
"Is it?" said Cameron, indifferently.
"Your friend seems to have a very vain idea of his high position,"
said Cameron, when James was out of hearing.
"And a very low idea of mine," added Herbert.
"Does that disturb you?"
"A little. He carries it so far as to be annoying."
"Circ.u.mstances may change with you both."
"I hope they may with me," said Herbert. "I don"t want James to come down in the world, but I hope to rise."
The next day Cameron was honored by a special call from Squire Leech, who left an invitation for the young collegian to take tea with him the following afternoon. This invitation Cameron accepted.
CHAPTER XXII
ANDREW TEMPLE
About half-past four o"clock one afternoon a tall, dark-complexioned man, wearing a white hat, inscribed his name in the register of the Wrayburn hotel.
"Can you tell here Mr. Leech lives?" he inquired of the landlord.
"He lives about a quarter of a mile from here. I can send some one with you to show you the house."
Just then Herbert came downstairs from Mr. Cameron.
"Herbert," said the landlord, "here is a gentleman wants to go to Squire Leech"s. Would you mind showing him the way?"
"I will do so with pleasure," said our hero, politely. "Are you ready to go now, sir?"
"Yes," said the stranger. "Landlord, please a.s.sign me a room and have my bag carried up."
"All right, sir."
"Now, my lad, I am ready. It isn"t far, is it?"
"About five minutes" walk--that is all, sir."
"I never was in Wrayburn--much going on here?"
"Not much, sir. It is a quiet town."
"Mr. Leech--Squire Leech, I think you call him--was an old schoolmate of mine. We went to the Brandon Academy together. I suppose he is rich, eh?"
"He is the richest man in Wrayburn."
"I am glad to hear it," said the other, in a tone of satisfaction.
"What do you think he is worth?"
"Some say a hundred thousand dollars."
"Very good!" commented Andrew Temple, for this was his name in the hotel register--"for the country, I mean. In the city that wouldn"t make a rich man."
"Wouldn"t it?" asked Herbert, who had supposed a man worth a hundred thousand dollars rich anywhere.
"No, to be sure not. It costs a great deal more to live. Why, I myself am worth something like that; but in New York n.o.body regards me as rich."