Gilbert reached his guardian’s house about eight o’clock in the evening. He had received a note from Fred Vivian, stating that he was going to the theatre, and would not require a lesson that evening. This gave him abundant time for the interview.
Mrs. Briggs and Randolph had gone to make a call, and Gilbert found Mr. Briggs alone. In dressing-gown and slippers he was conning the evening paper when Gilbert was announced.
“Good-evening, Gilbert,” said Mr. Briggs, cordially. “I am glad to see you.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Gilbert, gravely.
“I was feeling a little lonely. Mrs. Briggs and Randolph have gone out to make a call. How have you got on since I went away?”
“I am doing well now, sir; but at one time my prospects looked dark.”
“How is that?” asked Mr. Briggs, surprised. “I thought I left you well provided for.”
It was Gilbert’s turn to look surprised.
“Didn’t Randolph tell you about my losing my situation?” he asked.
“Not a word. How came you to lose it?”