“Do you get much pay?”
“I don’t think you can expect me to answer that question, Randolph.”
“Why, aint you willing to tell?”
“I’ll tell you so much,—that Mr. Vivian pays me more than Mr. Sands.”
Randolph was silent for a moment. This news was worse than the other. He had an admiration for Laura, and it was very disagreeable to think that while he was not on visiting terms at her house, this boy, so much his social inferior, should be freely admitted to Laura’s presence. Perhaps, however, he only saw Fred.
“Does Laura come into the room when you teach her brother?” he asked.
“Certainly. In fact, I help her a little too.”
“It’s the strangest thing I ever heard of,” muttered Randolph.
“What is?”
“That Mr. Vivian should take a poor office-boy to teach his children.”