“Humph! You are very foolish.”
“Perhaps so, but I shall not sell it at present. Is your son well?”
This question Gerald asked partly out of politeness, partly because he wished to change the subject.
A gloom overspread the face of Bradley Wentworth. It was a sore point with him. For a moment he forgot his dislike for Gerald and answered: “My son Victor is giving me a good deal of trouble. He ran away from school more than two months ago.”
“And haven’t you heard from him since?” asked Gerald in quick sympathy.
“No, but I have not taken any special pains to find him.”
“You will forgive him, won’t you?”
“Yes,” answered Mr. Wentworth with a sigh, “but I thought it best for him to reap the consequences of his folly. Perhaps I have waited too long. Now I have no clew to his whereabouts.”
“Did he go away alone?” asked Gerald, interested.