"I am almost ashamed to tell you how I was taken in," said our hero. "I suppose I ought to have been more prudent."
He recounted the manner in which Greenleaf had robbed him. Mr. G.o.dfrey listened with interest, and so did Tom Stanton, who burst into a laugh when the narrative was concluded.
"What are you laughing at, Thomas?" asked the merchant, rather sharply.
"I was thinking how neatly he was taken in," said Tom, a little abashed.
"I should apply a different word to it," said Mr. G.o.dfrey. "It appears to me the height, or rather the depth of meanness, to take advantage of a boy"s confidence, and defraud him so scandalously. How much money have you left, Herbert?"
"Forty cents, sir."
"Only forty cents to begin life with in a great city!"
"Yes, sir; I have paid my board in advance for a week."
"Where do you board?"
"In Stanton Street."
Tom turned up his nose at the name of this street, which he knew was very far from fashionable, but this demonstration our hero did not observe.
"What board do you pay?"
"Three dollars a week, sir."
"A poor place, probably."
"Yes, sir, but I could afford no better."
"You are sensible to accommodate yourself to circ.u.mstances. Well, my young friend, it appears that you can"t wait long for employment. Mr.
Carroll has asked me to do something for you, and I am disposed to oblige him, not wholly for his sake, but partly for your own, for you seem to me a very modest and sensible boy. Mr. Pratt, do we need another boy?"
"No, sir, I don"t think we do."
"Well, business will be brisker by and by. I think you can find a little for this young man to do in the meantime. He can go to the post office, and I believe I have a little extra writing to be done. Pa.s.s him a pen, and let him give us a specimen of his handwriting."
Fortunately, Herbert was a handsome writer, and this went a considerable way in his favor.
"Very neat," said the merchant. "By the way, Herbert, I suppose, of course, you know nothing of French?"
"Yes, sir, I can read it pretty well."
"Indeed!" said Mr. G.o.dfrey, surprised. "Then you can be of service to me, that is, if you know it well enough. I received, this morning, a letter from a silk house at Lyons, a part of which I don"t quite understand. The fact is, my French is rather poor. Do you think you could help me translate it?"
"If you will show me the letter, I will try, sir."
The merchant took a letter from the table before him and handed it to Herbert.
Our hero ran his eye rapidly over it, and then rendered it into English in a clear and grammatical way.
"Bless me, you"re quite a scholar," said Mr. G.o.dfrey. "I understand now.
You"ve made it all plain. Where did you learn so much French?"
"My father taught me, sir. He also taught me Latin."
"Indeed, I congratulate you on possessing so good an education. Latin, however, isn"t so much in my way. I haven"t many Latin correspondents."
"I suppose not, sir," said Herbert, laughing.
"Still, it does no harm to know something of it."
Tom Stanton had listened with considerable surprise, mingled with mortification, to what had pa.s.sed. It appeared then, that his country cousin, whom he had looked upon as a country boor, was his superior in education, and, as Tom secretly knew, in courage. And now he was going to be his fellow-clerk. He felt jealous and angry, fearing that Herbert, who appeared to be high in favor already, would eclipse him in the office.
"How much can you live upon economically?" asked the merchant.
"I know little of the city," said Herbert. "You can judge better than I, sir."
"You pay three dollars a week board. You"ll need double that amount. Mr.
Pratt, you may pay him six dollars a week. He will come to work to- morrow morning, and you may pay him Sat.u.r.day, as if it was a whole week."
"Thank you, sir," said Herbert, gratefully. "You are very kind."
"Do your duty, my young friend, and I shall be satisfied."
Tom Stanton listened in indignant surprise. He only got four dollars a week, and here was a country boy placed over his head. He was imprudent enough to give expression to his feelings.
"Won"t you give me six dollars a week, also?" he said.
"Why should I?"
"Don"t I deserve as much as he?"
"Perhaps you do. But I don"t give it to Herbert because he earns it, for it is not likely that he will do so at present. But he has no other resources. You have a comfortable home, and are not obliged to pay for your board out of your wages."
"No, I hope not," said Tom.
"Therefore you do not need as much as he does. You are not ent.i.tled to this explanation, but I give it, nevertheless, that you may know my motives."
Tom did not reply, feeling that it would be imprudent to do so, but he bent sullenly to his work, by no mans satisfied with the explanation. He began to feel a dislike for his cousin, and determined to injure him, if he could, in the estimation of the firm. It would have been satisfactory if he could have looked down upon him as an inferior, but that was not easy.
"I hope the fellow won"t find out the relationship between us," he said to himself. "He"d be calling me Cousin Tom all the time, and I don"t care about owning a cousin that lives in Stanton Street."
Tom need not have troubled himself. Herbert had no idea of claiming relationship, though, as we know, he was fully aware of its existence.
CHAPTER XXVI