As the steamship sailed out of New York harbour, Georgie waved goodbye.
He thought Mr. Wilbur looked somehow pathetic standing alone on the quay.
‘I will make it up to him some way or another,’ he vowed to himself.
He knew that, like Mr. Farlow, his new partner would be thrilled and delighted with his house in Park Lane. When he had made his country house more habitable with the proceeds from his new well, Mr. Wilbur would enjoy that too.
When he retired that night, he thought that when he had his own children, and that was just what he did want, Mr. Wilbur would almost feel as if they were his family too.
Of course he would be asked to be the Godfather of each one of them.
‘The way I can really pay him back,’ he murmured to himself, ‘is by giving him the love and affection he has a
