AN UNSATISFACTORY INTERVIEW

Frank came to a decision the next morning.  A long deferred interview with his stepfather was necessary.  Having made up his mind, he entered the room in which his stepfather sat.  His air was manly and his bearing that of a boy who respects himself, but there was none of the swagger which some boys think it necessary to exhibit when they wish to assert their rights.

Mr. Manning, in a flowered dressing gown, sat at a table, with a sheet of paper before him and a lead pencil in his hand.  Short as had been the interval since his accession to the property, he was figuring up the probable income he would derive from the estate.

He looked up as Frank entered the room, and surveyed him with cold and sarcastic eyes.  His soft tones were dropped.

“Mr. Manning,” said Frank, “I wish to talk to you.”

“You may, of course,” his stepfather replied mildly.  “It is about the will,” Frank advised him.

“So you would complain of your poor mother, would you?” said his stepfather, in a tone of virtuous indignation.

“I cannot believe that my mother made that will.”

Mr. Manning colored.  He scented danger.  Should Frank drop such hints elsewhere, he might make trouble, and lead to a legal investigation, which Mr. Manning had every reason to dread.

“This is very foolish,” he said, more mildly.  “No doubt you are disappointed, but probably your mother has provided wisely.  You will want for nothing, and you will be prepared for the responsibilities of manhood under my auspices.”

Mr. Manning’s face assumed a look of self-complacence as he uttered these last words.

“I have no blame to cast upon my dear mother,” said Frank.  “If she made that will, she acted under a great mistake.”

“What mistake, sir?”

“She failed to understand you.”

“Do you mean to imply that I shall be false to my trust?”

“Not at present, sir.  I don’t wish to judge of you too hastily.”

As the boy turned to go, he said.  “I have nothing further to say, sir.”

“But I have,” said Mr. Manning.

“Very well, sir.”

“I demand that you treat my son Mark with suitable respect, and forbear to infringe upon his rights.”

Frank looked up, and answered, with spirit:  “I shall treat Mark as well as he treats me, sir.  Is that satisfactory?”

“I apprehend,” said Mr. Manning, “that you may make some mistakes upon that point.”

“I will try not to do so, sir.”

Frank left the room, and this time was not called back.

His stepfather looked after him, but his face expressed neither friendliness nor satisfaction.

“That boy requires taming,” he said to himself.  “He is going to make trouble.  I must consider what I will do with him.”

As Mr. Manning reviewed Frank’s words, there was one thing which especially disturbed him—­the doubt expressed by his stepson as to his mother’s having actually made the will.