Epistles from banks were not common,--never found at all, in fact, among the letters of her boarders.
Jack was even more astonished.
"Call at the office," the letter ran, "the first time you are in New York,--the sooner the better.

I have some information regarding the ore properties that may interest you." As the young fellow had not heard from his uncle in many moons, the surprise was all the greater.

Nor, if the truth be known, had he laid eyes on that gentleman since he left the shelter of his home, except at Corinne's wedding,--and then only across the church, and again in the street, when his uncle stopped and shook his hand in a rather perfunctory way, complimenting him on his bravery in rescuing MacFarlane, an account of which he had seen in the newspapers, and ending by hoping that his new life would "drop some shekels into his clothes." Mrs.Breen, on the contrary, while she had had no opportunity of expressing her mental attitude toward the exile, never having seen him since he walked out of her front door, was by no means oblivious to Jack's social and business successes.

"I hear Jack was at Mrs.Portman's last night," she said to her husband the morning after one of the ex-Clearing House Magnate's great receptions.

"They say he goes everywhere, and that Mr.Grayson has adopted him and is going to leave him all his money," to which Breen had grunted back that Jack was welcome to the Portmans and the Portmans to Jack, and that if old Grayson had any money, which he very much doubted, he'd better hoist it overboard than give it to that rattlebrain.