"So he is—worth only five hundred dollars, and he is making ducks and drakes of that as fast as he can."
"And then he will fall back on you?"
"I suppose so."
"Then I hope you will let him go to the poor house," said Mrs. Marlowe with energy.
"I shall. I have no pity for a man who throws away his money."
Percy came home to dinner in lively spirits. He was free from anxiety, and felt that he had been remarkably fortunate.
"Were you at the trial, Percy?" asked his mother.
"No, ma."
"I thought you would be interested in seeing that boy on trial."
"I was sorry for him, and didn't want to be present."