“Yes.”
“Then your trust is at an end.”
“What are you driving at, wife?”
“I want to know whether you expect this boy to remain in your house.”
“I see no objection.”
“I do. You will be pampering him at the expense of your own son.”
Mr. Briggs shrugged his shoulders.
“I apprehend,” he said, “that our household expenses will not be increased materially by Gilbert’s remaining here.”
“Clothes and board cost something. Besides, he is not a fit companion for Randolph.”
“Why not?”