Gabriel did not wait for the probable reaction; he was in the streets in an instant.

"This won't do," he muttered to himself; "there is no getting on here.

Foolish drunken vagabond! no good to be got from him.

My father is terrible, but he will make his way in the world.

Umph! if I were but his match,--and why not?
I am brave, and he is not.