“We regret it very much,” said the book-keeper, hypocritically.
“Of course,” said Randolph. “Serves him right. He shouldn’t have made such a fool of himself.”
“That fellow don’t care much about Gilbert, John,” said Simon Moore, after Randolph’s departure.
“That’s so,” said John.
“If he has no warmer friends than that, we shan’t have any applications to take him back.”
“I hope not,” said John. “What do you think Mr. Sands will say when he finds me here?”
“If I tell him you have done your duty, and done all I required, he’ll probably keep you. You must do better than you did last time. No fooling away your time in the streets when you are sent on an errand. It won’t do.”
“There won’t be any trouble about me,” said John, confidently.
CHAPTER XIX.
A DOMESTIC DISCUSSION.
Randolph hurried home to tell his mother what he had heard about Gilbert’s loss of employment. He knew well enough her feeling towards his father’s ward to feel sure that it would be welcome intelligence.