"Well, I have. Only this evening he saw fit to speak impudently to me."
"Indeed! I am really amazed to hear it," said Mr. Manning, softly.
"Oh, he thinks he is the master of the house, or will be," said Mark,
"and he presumes on that."
"He is unwise," said Mr. Manning. "Even if the whole property descends
to him, which I can hardly believe possible, I, as his guardian, will
have the right to control him."
"I hope you'll do it, father. At any rate, don't let him boss over me,
for I won't stand it."
"I don't think he will boss over you," answered his father, in a slow,
measured voice, betraying, however, neither anger nor excitement. "Of
course, I should not permit that."
Mark regarded his father fixedly.
"I guess the old man knows what's in the will," he said to himself. "He
knows how to feather his own nest. I hope he's feathered mine, too."
Mr. Manning passed from his son's chamber and went softly upstairs,
looking thoughtful.
Anyone who could read the impassive face would have read trouble in
store for Frank.
CHAPTER IV
MRS. MANNING'S WILL
During the preparations for the funeral Frank was left pretty much to
himself.
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