“It is strange, but true,” assented Gilbert, smiling.
“I didn’t think you were so artful.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you hadn’t been artful, you wouldn’t have got so thick with the Vivians.”
“I don’t want to get angry with you, Randolph, but I don’t like that remark. Suppose we change the subject. What do you hear from your father?”
“He was in Manchester when we last heard from him.”
“When do you expect him home?”
“In a month or six weeks.”
“You must be glad to have him return.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Randolph. “I’m having a pretty good time.”