“Is he?” asked Herbert, not appearing as much awestruck as Oscar expected.
“We've got a plantation in Virginia. We live there part of the year. My father's there now. I hope we shall go there soon.”
“Do you like it better than here?”
“Yes, a good deal.”
“This is a handsome place.”
“Yes, this is mother's estate. The other belongs to father.”
“Have you any brothers and sisters, Oscar?”
“I've got one sister. She's about twelve. But, I say, I thought you were a gentleman's son when I first saw you.”
“So I am,” said Herbert, emphatically.
“Was your father rich?”