“He has not said a word about the property.”

“No, I suppose not,” said Mark, with a sneering laugh.

“Has anything happened?  Didn’t his mother leave as much as was expected?” went on Herbert, quite in the dark.

“Yes, she left a large estate, but she didn’t leave it to him.”

“To whom, then?”

“To my father!” replied Mark, with conscious pride.  “Frank has nothing.  He is entirely dependent upon father.”

“Did his mother leave him nothing, then?” asked Herbert, in pained surprise.

“Nothing at all,” assured Mark, complacently.

“That is very strange and unjust.”

“I don’t look upon it in that light,” said Mark, nettled.  “My father knows what is best for him.  He will provide for him just as his mother did before.”

“But when Frank is of age, doesn’t he come into possession of the estate then?”

“No, of course not.  Didn’t I tell you it belongs to father?  Frank is a poor boy—­as poor as you,” said Mark, in a tone of evident satisfaction.

“Or you,” added Herbert, pointedly.

“You are mistaken,” said Mark, quickly.  “I am father’s heir.”

“Suppose your father dies—­how will the property go?”

“I suppose something will be left to Frank, unless my father leaves me the property, with directions to provide for him.”

“Would you think that right and just?” demanded Herbert, indignantly.

“Of course I would.  My stepmother knew what she was about when she made her will.  I see you are surprised.  You won’t be quite to thick with Frank, now, I expect.”

“Why shouldn’t I be?”

“Because he is just as poor as you are.  He never can help you.”

“Mark Manning, I believe you are about the meanest boy I ever encountered, and you judge me by yourself!”

“Do you mean to insult me?  Mind what you say!” blustered Mark, unpleasantly surprised at this outburst from a boy whom he expected would now transfer his allegiance from Frank to himself.

“I mean that you and your father have robbed Frank of his inheritance, and glory in it, and you think that I am mean enough to desert him because he is no longer rich.  It makes no difference to me whether he is rich or poor.  I think I like him all the better because he has been so badly treated.  As for you, I despise you, and shall continue to, even if you get the whole of Frank’s money.”

“You forget that you are talking to a gentleman, you low-born mechanic!” said Mark, angrily.

“You a gentleman!” replied Herbert, contemptuously.  “Then I never want to be one!”

He walked away, leaving Mark very much incensed.

“He is a fool!” muttered Mark.  “When I am a rich man, he may repent having insulted me.”

Herbert went back to Frank.

“Did he tell you?” asked Frank, quietly.

“Yes; and he actually appeared to think I would be ready to desert you because you were poor, and follow him about.”