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A street boy, accustomed to live from hand to mouth, would not have been disconcerted on finding himself in Gilbert�s circumstances. But this was our hero�s first experience of debt which he was unable to pay, and it troubled him. He felt embarrassed at the dinner-table, knowing that he was eating a meal for which he had not the means of paying; and this thought not only interfered with his appetite, but made him unusually silent and reserved. His room-mate noticed this, and spoke of it when they had gone up to their room together.
�What made you so quiet, Gilbert?� he asked. �You scarcely uttered a word at the dinner-table.�
�The fact is, Mr. Ingalls, I am in trouble,� answered Gilbert.
�About your loss of place? You told me about that, and that you expected to get it back when your employer returned.�
�So I do; but there is another trouble.�
�Troubles never come singly, they say.�
�It seems to be true in my case. I am owing for a week�s board, and don�t know where I shall get the money to pay it.�
�I thought your guardian paid your board,� said Ingalls, who was acquainted with the particulars of Gilbert�s history.
�So he did; but he has sailed for Europe suddenly, without making any provision for the payment of my money.�
�How long is he to be gone?�
�Two or three months, they told me at the office.�
�That is rather inconvenient. If you were only a few years older, there would be a remedy.�
�What remedy?�
�You could marry Miss Brintnall. Mrs. White told me the other day that Miss Brintnall has saved up two or three thousand dollars from her earnings.�
�That will be convenient for you when she becomes Mrs. Ingalls,� said Gilbert, with a smile.
�Do you think I would sacrifice myself for that paltry sum?� demanded Ingalls, with much indignation. �Ten thousand dollars is the lowest sum for which I will sacrifice my liberty. I�ll tell you who is most likely to become Miss Brintnall�s husband, that is, if she consents.�
�Who?�
�Alphonso Jones.�
�What makes you think so?�
�Alphonso lacks money to back up his gentility. He only gets twelve dollars a week, Kidder tells me, though he claims to have a thousand dollars a year. Miss Brintnall�s fortune will be a great inducement to him.�
�You forget that he has hopes of an alliance with the sister of the Count de Montmorency.�
�I think he had better take Miss Brintnall,� said Mr. Ingalls, dryly. �Now, to come back to your affairs. Are you quite out of money?�
�Almost. I gave four dollars to a poor family a day or two since, not expecting that I was to be left this way. I have about fifty cents in my pocket-book, and I owe a week�s board.�
His room-mate reflected a moment.
�I wish I were richer, for your sake, Gilbert,� he said. �As it is, I can lend you money enough to pay this week�s board bill. Before another week comes round, something may turn up.�
�Thank you,� said Gilbert, gratefully; �but I don�t like to rob you.�
�You won�t rob me, for I intend to let you repay it when you can. If I could keep it up till your guardian returns I would do so; but this I can�t do. I will tell you what I would do in your case.�
�I wish you would advise me, for I don�t know what to do. I never was in such a situation before.�
�It was understood that your guardian would pay your board for the present, was it not?�
�Yes. He offered to do it. I never would have asked him.�
�You say he left no directions at the office in regard to it?�
�So the chief clerk told me.�
�It is clear, then, that it escaped his mind in the hurry of an unexpected departure. Probably he will set the matter right in his first letter. Wait a minute, though. His wife and son probably accompanied him to the steamer to see him off.�
�I suppose so.�
�Very likely he spoke to them about it. I advise you to call on them and inquire.�
Gilbert looked reluctant.
�It may be as you say,� said he; �but I don�t like to speak to Mrs. Briggs on the subject. She dislikes me, and so I think does Randolph, though not so much as his mother.�
�So you have told me; still I advise you to call, the sooner the better, in my opinion.�
�Suppose I get no satisfaction?�
�In that case you will know what to look forward to. If you are thrown upon your own resources, you can lay your plans accordingly.�
�I should like to know the worst, at any rate,� said Gilbert, thoughtfully.
�Then take my advice, and call this evening on Mrs. Briggs.�
�I will,� said Gilbert; �but I would rather have a tooth out.�
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