“What did you do with yourself?” asked Randolph, turning to Gilbert.
“I went to Central Park. It is a beautiful place.”
“I never go there,” said Randolph. “You meet only low persons there.”
“I saw many driving about in handsome carriages. Are they low?”
“Of course not. I meant only low persons walk there.”
“Randolph is right,” said his mother.
“Still I think I shall go again,” said Gilbert.
“Oh, it’s different with you. You are a poor boy, aint you?” said Randolph, bluntly.
Gilbert colored a little.
“I only know what your father has told me,” said he.