Gilbert’s room was on the third floor, back. He opened the door and invited Randolph in.
“What a small place!” exclaimed Randolph, looking around him.
“So it is,” said Gilbert; “but I make it do.”
“And the furniture is extremely common,” remarked his visitor, critically.
“That is true also,” said Gilbert, laughing.
“There does not seem to be much of it either; you have but one chair.”
“Take that, if you please, and I will sit on the bed.”
Randolph sat down, but not till he had examined the chair carefully to see if it was clean.
“I don’t see how you can live in such a place,” remarked the young aristocrat.
“Oh, I easily accommodate myself to it,” said Gilbert; “but I hope soon to make a change for the better.”