For some time Gilbert had seen nothing of Randolph Briggs. The latter occasionally condescended to wonder how that beggar Greyson was getting along, but did not feel any very deep anxiety on his account. One day, however, Randolph ventured down-town, and had the curiosity to enter Mr. Sands’ office.
The book-keeper chanced to be out, and Gilbert was in charge.
Randolph stared in astonishment at our hero.
“How do you happen to be here?” he asked, abruptly.
“Why shouldn’t I be here?” returned Gilbert, pleasantly. “This is my place of business.”
“But, I say, I thought you were sent off.”
“So I was.”
“How did you get back?”
“Mr. Sands took me back, and discharged the book-keeper.”
“Whew!” exclaimed Randolph. “He must think a good deal of you.”