“At the theatre.”
“Humph! you go to the theatre too much.”
“How can you say so, Mr. Briggs?” said the mother, who, though her heart was cold to all beside, fairly idolized her son, and as a consequence foolishly indulged him.
“This is the second time he has been this week.”
“The boy is young, and needs recreation.”
“It seems to me it is all recreation with him, and no work. When I was a boy, I was lucky if I could go to a place of amusement once in three months.”
“You hadn’t got a rich father,” said Randolph.
“I am not made of money,” muttered Mr. Briggs, “though you seem to think I am.”
“Really, Mr. Briggs,” said his wife, “it is ridiculous to expect Randolph to spend as little as you did when you were a boy. The circumstances are quite different.”
Mr. Briggs frowned, but did not answer.