"Can't you say something?" she cried, with a stamp. "Is it any use your sitting there like a fool? What explanation have you for me?"
"To what?" asked Leo, wearily; the question had been asked so often. "You have accused me of so many things."
"Then why do you do wrong? I am talking of those debts you have incurred in London. You gave the list to me before you went out riding."
"I know, mother. I thought it best to avoid a scene. But it seems there is no escape. When you have quite done perhaps you will let me speak?"
"You shall speak when I choose," rejoined Mrs Gabriel, fiercely. "All I ask you now is, how comes it that your debts run up to three hundred pounds? I allow you that income. You should make it do."
"Perhaps I have been a little foolish," began Leo, but she cut him short.
"A little foolish, indeed! You have behaved like a fool, as you always do. What right have you to be extravagant? Are you in a position to be so? Have I not fed and clothed and educated you?"
"You have done everything that a charitable woman could have done."
"You mean that a mother could have done. Had you been my own child—"
"You might have been kinder to me," finished the young man.