“You are simply infatuated with that boy, Mr. Briggs. I am sure Randolph doesn’t want his company.”
“No, I don’t,” said Randolph.
“Like mother, like son,” thought Mr. Briggs; but for the sake of peace he did not think it best to press the matter.
Soon after Randolph and his mother took their seats, the former discovered Gilbert sitting nearly in front of him.
“He’s here, after all, mother,” he exclaimed, in a low voice.
“Who is here, Randolph?”
“Gilbert Greyson. Don’t you see him?”
“He’s with the Vivians, too!” ejaculated Mrs. Briggs, unpleasantly surprised. “That boy doesn’t appear to have a particle of shame.”
“He needn’t be ashamed of his company. I wish I were in his place.”
“I don’t mean that. He probably hinted to Mr. Vivian to take him, and he couldn’t very well refuse.”