Randolph laughed again. “There was no real insolence about it, after all, mother,” he replied.
“It sounded so,” said she.
“That was because you could not see his face,” said Randolph. “He looked very amiable.”
“He was angry because he did not get his bill Saturday?” said Mrs. Anderson, interrogatively.
“Yes. He must have given the order to Sam Riggs the day before he went home ill, I suppose.”
“He must be a very wealthy man,” said Mrs. Anderson. “It is rather good of him to be so anxious to pay his bill every week.”
“Yes, it is a very laudable desire,” said Randolph. “I only hope his ability may equal it.”
His mother looked at him with quick surprise. “Why, you surely don't think—” she said.
“I think nothing. The man is all right, so far as I know. He seems a gentleman, and if he is well off he is a very desirable acquisition to Banbridge.”
“Who was that with him in the coach?” asked Mrs. Anderson.