'
'Did you ever see him come home showing traces of excess?'
'No!' said Clarence, 'I never saw!' and, under a stern, distressed
look, 'Once I heard tones that--that startled me, and Mrs. Robson
has grumbled a good deal--but I think Peter takes it for more than
it is worth.'
'I see,' said my father more gently; 'I will not press you farther.
I believe I ought to be glad that these habits are only hearsay to
you.'
'As far as I can see,' said Clarence diffidently, but quite restored
to himself, 'Griff is only like most of his set, young men who go
into society.'
'Oh!' said my father, in a 'that's your opinion' kind of tone; and
as at that moment the yell of a newsboy was heard in the street, he
exclaimed that he must go and get an evening paper. Clarence made a
step to go instead, but was thrust back, as apparently my father
merely wanted an excuse for rushing into the open air to recover the
shock or to think it over.
Clarence gave a kind of groan, and presently exclaimed, 'If only
untruth were not such a sin!' and, on my exclamation of dismay, he
added, 'I don't think a blowing up ever does good!'
'But this state of things should not last.'
'It will not. It would have come to an end without Peter's
springing this mine. Griff says he can't stand Gooch any longer!
And really she does worry him intolerably.'
'Peter professed to come without her knowledge or consent.
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