Oscar made no reply.
“You knew neither mother nor I would have consented to your going to such a place, did you not?” continued Marcus.
“I supposed you wouldn’t.”
“Then why did you go? Do you intend to pay any regard to our wishes, or do you mean to have your own way in everything?”
Oscar remained silent.
“Do you remember what I said to you a few days ago, about your behavior?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Well, I suppose all it is necessary for me to say now, is, that I intend to abide strictly by what I said at that time. Your going to the circus was to all intents an act of wilful disobedience, and as a punishment, I shall have to declare you a prisoner for the rest of the week.”
Oscar did not appear much pleased with this announcement, and something like an expression of anger flitted across his countenance, but he made no reply.
“I do not intend to make you a close prisoner,” continued Marcus. “I shall let you go on parole, if you agree to that arrangement. I suppose you know what that means.”