Американская трагедия

Chapter 9

           ButI’llbebackagainbeforemorning.Orattheoffice,anyhow.Everythingallrightwithyou,Mr.Griffiths?"heobservedtohisfather.

           "Yes,Ihavenothingtocomplainof,"returnedhisfather."Butitseemstomeyou’remakingaprettylongnightofit,aren’tyou?"

           "Oh,Idon’tmeanthat,"returnedhisson,ignoringClydeentirely."IjustmeanthatifIcan’tgetbackbytwo,I’llstayover,that’sall,see."Hetappedhisfathergeniallyontheshoulderagain.

           "Ihopeyou’renotdrivingthatcarasfastasusual,"complainedhismother."It’snotsafeatall."

           "Fifteenmilesanhour,Mother.Fifteenmilesanhour.Iknowtherules."Hesmiledloftily.

           Clydedidnotfailtonoticethetoneofcondescensionandauthoritythatwentwithallthis.Plainlyhere,asatthefactory,hewasapersonwhohadtobereckonedwith.Apartfromhisfather,perhaps,therewasnooneheretowhomheofferedanyreverence.Whatasuperiorattitude,thoughtClyde!

           Howwonderfulitmustbetobeasonwho,withouthavinghadtoearnallthis,couldstillbesomuch,takeoneselfsoseriously,exercisesomuchcommandandauthority.Itmightbe,asitplainlywas,thatthisyouthwasverysuperiorandindifferentintonetowardhim.Butthinkofbeingsuchayouth,havingsomuchpoweratone’scommand!

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