and son got out and entered the
hotel.

"I guess I'll stay down stairs awhile," said Jonas.

"No, Philip, I have something to say to you. Come up with me."

"I want to go into the billiard-room," said Jonas, grumbling.

"It is very important," said Mrs. Brent emphatically.

Now the curiosity of Jonas was excited, and he followed his mother into
the elevator, for their rooms were on the third floor.

"Well, mother, what is it?" asked Jonas, when the door of his mother's
room was closed behind them.

"I met a gentleman who knew me in the horse-car," said Mrs. Brent
abruptly.

"Did you? Who was it?"

"Mr. Pearson."

"He used to give me candy. Why didn't you call me?"

"It is important that we should not be recognized," said his mother.
"While we stay here we must be exceedingly prudent. Suppose he had
called upon us at the hotel and fallen in with Mr. Granville. He might
have told him that you are my son, and that your name is Jonas, not
Philip."

"Then the fat would be in the fire!" said Jonas.

"Exactly so; I am glad you see the danger. Now I want you to stay here,
or in your own room, for the next two or three hours."

"It'll be awfully tiresome," grumbled Jonas.

"It is necessary," said his mother firmly. "Mr. Pearson leaves for New
York by an afternoon train. It is now only two o'clock. He left the
car at Thirteenth Street, and might easily call at this hotel. It is a
general rendezvous for visitors to the city. If he should meet you down
stairs, he would probably know you, and his curiosity would be aroused.
He asked me where I was staying, but I didn't appear to hear the
question."

"That's pretty hard on me, ma."

"I am out of all patience with you," said Mrs. Brent. "Am I not working
for your interest, and you are doing all you can to thwart my plans. If
you don't care anything about inheriting a large fortune, let it go! We
can go back to Gresham and give it all up."

"I'll do as you say, ma," said Jonas, subdued.

The very next day Mr. Granville sent for Mrs. Brent. She lost no time in
waiting upon him.

"Mrs. Brent," he said, "I have decided to leave Philadelphia to-morrow."

"Are you quite able, sir?" she asked, with a good assumption of
sympathy.

"My doctor tells me I may venture. We shall travel in Pullman cars,
you know. I shall secure a whole compartment, and avail myself of every
comfort and luxury which money can command."

"Ah, sir! money is a good friend in such a case."