Without hope of personal advantage, however, he had always been obsequious to them, and often took occasion to mention them, by way of enhancing his own social credit somewhat.
Mr.Tarbox had heard of Mrs.Courtney's death, but had not heard the particulars of the will.

He took it for granted that Frank was sole heir, and it did cross his mind more than once how very agreeable it would be if he could be selected as guardian of the rich young heir.

Of course, he knew that there was no probability of it, since the stepfather would undoubtedly be appointed to that position.
Mr.Tarbox had just sold a calico dress pattern to a poor woman, when his attention was drawn to the entrance of Frank Courtney, who entered his store, valise in hand.
Mr.Tarbox was rather short-sighted, and did not immediately recognize the son of his rich cousin.
"What can I do for you, young man ?" he asked, in his business tone.
"This is Mr.Tarbox, I believe ?" said Frank, who did not know his relatives very well.
"Yes, that is my name." "I am Frank Courtney." "Bless my soul!" ejaculated Mr.Tarbox, surprised and delighted.

"When did you arrive in Newark ?" "I have only just arrived." "I do hope you are going to make us a visit," said Mr.Tarbox, cordially.
"Thank you!" answered Frank, cheered by this warm reception.

"If you are sure it won't inconvenience you." "Inconvenience me! We shall be delighted to have you with us." "You must come up and see Mrs.Tarbox.She will be delighted to see you." Mr.Tarbox lived over his store.