Sharpley's letters were read and re-read, Phillip Lawson was in no enviable state of mind. To do or not to do to do was invariably the answer. Then there arose another side to the question, which the young man hardly durst think of. "I may stay here until my hair is gray, and what matters it? I have no reason to think that there ever will be any hope for me in that respect."
"Ten thousand not bad and more to follow," were the words that rose to Mr. Sharpley's lips and which he muttered incoherently as he sat over a rubber of whist in a private apartment of the hotel on the self-same evening, and as the many-sided character of the attorney-at-law presented itself, we can see in bold relief a placard bearing the mark "$10,000 not bad and more to follow."