In the course of the interview given to the explaining of business and legal detail which took place between Mr.Palford and his client the following morning, Tembarom's knowledge of his situation extended itself largely, and at the same time added in a proportionate degree to his sense of his own incongruity as connected with it.He sat at a table in Palford's private sitting-room at the respectable, old-fashioned hotel the solicitor had chosen - sat and listened, and answered questions and asked them, until his head began to feel as though it were crammed to bursting with extraordinary detail.
It was all extraordinary to him.He had had no time for reading and no books to read, and therefore knew little of fiction.He was entirely ignorant of all romance but such as the New York papers provided.This was highly colored, but it did not deal with events connected with the possessors of vast English estates and the details of their habits and customs.His geographical knowledge of Great Britain was simple and largely incorrect.Information concerning its usual conditions and aspects had come to him through talk of international marriages and cup races, and had made but little impression upon him.He liked New York - its noise, its streets, its glare, its Sunday newspapers, with their ever-increasing number of sheets, and pictures of everything on earth which could be photographed.His choice, when he could allow himself a fifty-cent seat at the theater, naturally ran to productions which were farcical or cheerfully musical.He had never reached serious drama, perhaps because he had never had money enough to pay for entrance to anything like half of the "shows" the other fellows recommended.He was totally unprepared for the facing of any kind of drama as connected with himself.The worst of it was that it struck him as being of the nature of farce when regarded from the normal New York point of view.If he had somehow had the luck to come into the possession of money in ways which were familiar to him, - to "strike it rich" in the way of a "big job" or "deal," - he would have been better able to adjust himself to circumstances.He might not have known how to spend his money, but he would have spent it in New York on New York joys.There would have been no foreign remoteness about the thing, howsoever fantastically unexpected such fortune might have been.At any rate, in New York he would have known the names of places and things.
Through a large part of his interview with Palford his elbow rested on the table, and he held his chin with his hand and rubbed it thoughtfully.The last Temple Temple Barholm had been an eccentric and uncompanionable person.He had lived alone and had not married.He had cherished a prejudice against the man who would have succeeded him as next of kin if he had not died young.People had been of the opinion that he had disliked him merely because he did not wish to be reminded that some one else must some day inevitably stand in his shoes, and own the possessions of which he himself was arrogantly fond.There were always more female Temple Barholms than male ones, and the families were small.The relative who had emigrated to Brooklyn had been a comparatively unknown person.His only intercourse with the head of the house had been confined to a begging letter, written from America when his circumstances were at their worst.It was an ill-mannered and ill-expressed letter, which had been considered presuming, and had been answered chillingly with a mere five-pound note, clearly explained as a final charity.This begging letter, which bitterly contrasted the writer's poverty with his indifferent relative's luxuries, had, by a curious trick of chance which preserved it, quite extraordinarily turned up during an examination of apparently unimportant, forgotten papers, and had furnished a clue in the search for next of kin.The writer had greatly annoyed old Mr.
Temple Barholm by telling him that he had called his son by his name -"not that there was ever likely to be anything in it for him." But a waif of the New York streets who was known as "Tem" or "Tembarom" was not a link easily attached to any chain, and the search had been long and rather hopeless.It had, however, at last reached Mrs.Bowse's boarding-house and before Mr.Palford sat Mr.Temple Temple Barholm, a cheap young man in cheap clothes, and speaking New York slang with a nasal accent.Mr.Palford, feeling him appalling and absolutely without the pale, was still aware that he stood in the position of an important client of the firm of Palford & Grimby.There was a section of the offices at Lincoln's Inn devoted to documents representing a lifetime of attention to the affairs of the Temple Barholm estates.It was greatly to be hoped that the crass ignorance and commonness of this young outsider would not cause impossible complications.
"He knows nothing! He knows nothing!" Palford found himself forced to exclaim mentally not once, but a hundred times, in the course of their talk.