'If I remember right, there is no bath-room on this
floor, but I can soon have one built. I intend to throw down the wall
between this room and the next, and perhaps the next, so as to have a
suite.'
He was asserting the ownership at once, and Frank had nothing to say,
for his brother was master there, and had a right to tear the house down
if he chose. The second washing must have cooled him, for there came a
change in his manner, and he moved more slowly and spoke with greater
deliberation, as he asked some questions about the people below.
'Will you come down by-and-bye,' Frank said, after having made some
explanations with regard to his guests.
'No, you will have to excuse me,' Arthur replied. 'I am too tired to
encounter old acquaintances or make new. I do not believe I could stand
old Peterkin, who you say is a millionaire. I suppose you want his
influence; your coachman told me you were running for Congress,' and
Arthur laughed the old merry musical laugh which Frank remembered so
well: then, suddenly changing his tune, he said: 'When does the next
train from the East pass the station?'
Frank told him at seven the next morning, and he continued:
'Please send the carriage to meet it. Gretchen will probably be there.
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