“Very likely,” said Randolph. “He’s got plenty of cheek.”
Both mother and son could see that Gilbert and Laura Vivian were conversing pleasantly, judging from the smiles on the faces of each.
“Mr. and Mrs. Vivian are not very wise in permitting such an intimacy between their daughter and a penniless boy,” said Mrs. Briggs, frowning. “Some people are very unwise.”
“I dare say he pretends he is rich, and boasts of father’s being his guardian,” suggested Randolph.
“I dare say you are correct,” said Mrs. Briggs. “If I knew Mrs. Vivian, I would correct that wrong impression.”
Here the music commenced, and the two were silent.
Randolph cared very little for the music, which was too classical to suit his taste. He did not expect to like it, but he went because he knew that the audience would be a fashionable one, and he liked to be seen on such occasions. Gilbert had more musical taste, and appreciated the greater part of what he had heard.
When the concert was over, he thanked Mr. Vivian cordially for the invitation.
“I have had a very pleasant evening, thanks to you, sir,” he said.
“I am glad you have enjoyed it,” said Mr. Vivian, kindly. “Come and see us soon.”