“Probably father will find you some cheap boarding-house. That will be better for you, you know.”
“It’s a pity you were not my guardian,” said Gilbert.
“Why?”
“Because you seem to understand so well what is best for me.”
Randolph looked puzzled. Was this penniless boy chaffing him, or was he in earnest? Randolph’s vanity led him to think the latter.
“Yes, of course I do. I’ve lived in the city all my life. I ought to know what’s what. Do you play billiards?”
“No; I never learned.”
“There’s a billiard-room below. I thought we might have a game.”
“I never played a game in my life.”
“Then there would be no fun for me. I guess I’ll go in and get a drink. Are you thirsty?”