“I want to see what a cheap boarding-house is like,” said Randolph; and his mother said no more.
At eight o’clock the servant brought up to Gilbert’s room a card bearing the name of Randolph Briggs.
“It’s a young gentleman that wants to see you,” she explained.
“I will go down and bring him up,” said Gilbert.
He hurried downstairs, and found Randolph waiting in the parlor.
“I am glad to see you, Randolph,” he said cordially; “will you stay here, or come up to my room?”
“I would like to see your room,” said Randolph.
“It isn’t much to see,” said Gilbert; “but I shall be glad to have you come up.”
“It’s a long way down-town,” said Randolph.
“All the better for me. I am nearer my place of business.”