Besides, she finds cause for anxiety in Jonas, and the change which his sudden and undeserved elevation has wrought in him.  It requires a strong mind to withstand the allurements and temptations of prosperity, and Jonas is far from possessing a strong mind.  He is, indeed, if I may be allowed the expression, a vulgar little snob, utterly selfish, and intent solely upon his own gratification.  He has a love for drink, and against the protests of his mother and the positive command of Mr. Granville, indulges his taste whenever he thinks he can do so without fear of detection.  To the servants he makes himself very offensive by assuming consequential airs and a lordly bearing, which excites their hearty dislike.

He is making his way across the lawn at this moment.  He is dressed in clothes of the finest material and the most fashionable cut.  A thick gold chain is displayed across his waistcoat, attached to an expensive gold watch, bought for him by his supposed father.  He carries in his hand a natty cane, and struts along with head aloft and nose in the air.

Two under-gardeners are at work upon a flowerbed as he passes.

“What time is it, Master Philip?” says one, a boy about a year older than Jonas.

“My good boy,” said Jonas haughtily, “I don’t carry a watch for your benefit.”

The gardener bit his lip, and surveyed the heir with unequivocal disgust.

“Very well,” he retorted; “I’ll wait till a gentleman comes this way.”

A flush of anger was visible on the cheek of Jonas despite his freckles.

“Do you mean to say I’m not a gentleman!” he demanded angrily.

“You don’t act like one,” returned Dan.

“You’d better not be impertinent to me!” exclaimed Jonas, his small gray eyes flashing with indignation.  “Take that back!”

“I won’t, for it’s true!” said Dan undauntedly.

“Take that, then!”

Jonas raised his cane and brought it down smartly on the young gardener’s shoulder.

He soon learned that he had acted imprudently.  Dan dropped his rake, sprang forward, and seizing the cane, wrenched it from the hands of the young heir, after which he proceeded to break it across his knee.

“There’s your cane!” he said contemptuously, as he threw the pieces on the ground.

“What did you do that for?” demanded Jonas, outraged.

“Because you insulted me.  That’s why.”

“How can I insult you?  You’re only a poor working boy!”

“I wouldn’t change places with you,” said Dan.  “I’d like well enough to be rich, but I wouldn’t be willing to be as mean as you are.”

“You’ll suffer for this!” said Jonas, his little bead-like eyes glowing with anger.  “I’ll have you turned off this very day, or as soon as my father get’s home.”

“If he says I’m to go, I’ll go!” said Dan.  “He’s a gentleman.”

Jonas made his way to his mother’s room.  She noticed his perturbed look.