“I have. I guess that’s no disgrace,” smiled Perry Lamont, who was inordinately proud of his son and heir.
“He’s at the club just now?”
“That’s his pleasure, I suppose.”
“Certainly. Is he your only son?”
“He is.”
“And you look to him to keep up the honor of the house of Lamont?”
“He’ll do that, never fear, Claude will.”
“That is, he will if the law will let him.”
The nabob started.
“Have a care, sir!” he cried, coloring. “This is my house, and a man’s house is his castle.”