"Do you mean it?" asked Tom, incredulously. "Certainly." "And you'll pay my board for the sake of my agreeable society?" "Just so," answered his companion. "Then you're a tip-top feller, and I won't refuse such a good offer." "Good! That's settled, then," said the young man, with satisfaction. "Now I'll tell you my reasons for making you such an offer. I am an orphan, and with no near relations, except an uncle in Canada, with whose family I am little acquainted. I inherited from my father, who died just as I reached the age of twenty-one, a fortune of one hundred thousand dollars." "Whew!" said our hero; "that's a big pile of money." "It was too large for me. It took away my ambition and energy; and though for two years I have been in a law office, pretending to study law, I have wasted my time in drinking among unworthy companions. The fact is, I am of a sociable disposition, and I found my room lonely. Now I want to turn over a new leaf, give up drinking, and devote myself more to study." "I want to study, too," said Tom. "I'm as ignorant as a horse. I'll have to study some evenings." "I'll teach you," said Mordaunt. "We'll spend our evenings that way, instead of in bar-rooms." "All right," said our hero. "That suits me. But I ought not to let you pay my board." "I can well afford it. My money is securely invested, and brings me in six thousand dollars a year clear." "I shall have to work from now till I'm a gray-haired old patriarch before I earn six thousand dollars," said Tom, comically. Mordaunt laughed. "I hope it isn't so bad as that," he said. "Well, do you agree?" "To come here as your guardian?" "Yes, if you put it in that way." "You are very kind to me," said our hero, changing his tone and speaking earnestly. "I am a poor boy, and don't know much. I'm afraid you'll be ashamed of introducing me to your friends." "Friends! I have no friends that care for me. They care for my money, and are jolly enough; but, if I needed help, they wouldn't give it. I don't know why it is, but I like you. You saved my life this morning, and I would rather have you live with me than any one I know. So, when your clothes are dry, go round to the hotel, and bring your trunk here." "I haven't got any trunk," said Tom. "I wouldn't have any use for one. I've got a carpet-bag." "Very well. Bring that. Now you must do me a favor." "All right. Only if it's to lend you a hundred dollar bill, I'm afraid I couldn't do it." "I hope some time you will be rich enough to grant such favor; but that isn't the favor I meant." "What is it?" "You must let me buy you some more clothes." Tom was about to object, but Mordaunt continued: "Remember, I've got more money than I know what to do with. I owe you something for the wetting I exposed you to." "I won't resist very hard," said Tom. "I s'pose you want your guardian to look respectable."