"
"I hope you don't mean to dismiss me," said Pemberton.
Morgan debated, looking at the sunset. "I think if I did right I ought
to."
"Well, I know I'm supposed to instruct you in virtue; but in that case
don't do right."
"'You're very young--fortunately," Morgan went on, turning to him again.
"Oh yes, compared with you!"
"Therefore it won't matter so much if you do lose a lot of time."
"That's the way to look at it," said Pemberton accommodatingly.
They were silent a minute; after which the boy asked: "Do you like my
father and my mother very much?"
"Dear me, yes. They're charming people."
Morgan received this with another silence; then unexpectedly, familiarly,
but at the same time affectionately, he remarked: "You're a jolly old
humbug!"
For a particular reason the words made our young man change colour. The
boy noticed in an instant that he had turned red, whereupon he turned red
himself and pupil and master exchanged a longish glance in which there
was a consciousness of many more things than are usually touched upon,
even tacitly, in such a relation.
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