His wife explained in a few words.
"I thought it wasn't the cub," said Mr. Brandon indistinctly. "Where is he?"
"He has gone to row Mr. Jackson over to Portville."
"I say, Mrs. B., does he earn much money that way?"
"He earns all the money that supports us," answered his wife coldly.
"I must see to that," said Brandon unsteadily. "He must bring me his money every night—do you hear, Mrs. B.?—must bring me his money every night."
"To spend for liquor, I suppose?" she responded bitterly.
"I'm a gentleman. My money—that is, his money is my money. D'ye understand?"
"I understand only too well, Mr. Brandon."