“Well, I will, if you insist upon it.”
“I do insist upon it.”
“Then I will try in a day or two to find him a home.”
“Mark my words, Mr. Briggs: you will find, sooner or later, that my prejudice against him is not so foolish as you imagine. That boy will turn out badly.”
“I hope not.”
“It’s all very well hoping; but you’ll see.”
Randolph now got up to go.
“Where are you going, Randolph?” asked his mother.
“I am going out a while; I can’t say where.”
“Why can’t you be satisfied to stay at home?”