He stopped short.
"Well, boy? What next?"
"Next—he died," said Roger. "His invention was no good. He got ill and died."
"Leaving you in London? Why didn't ye go back to Sir Carew?"
"I couldn't, he was very angry with me for going to my father. He'd have been good to me, if I had gone to him when grandfather died; but he was sore angry with my father, and when I said I must go when my father gave me no choice, he said I was not to suppose I could go to him when I was tired of idleness. I never thought of going to him after that. Father was only dead a couple of weeks when I came here. Now, Jack, I've told you all my history, you tell me one thing. I want to know how you came to be—so good?"
"Ain't good."
"Oh, ain't you, though! Jack, were you always like this, ever since you were a boy?"
"No, I didn't get a chance," said Jack with a look at the other. "It's said in the Bible:
"'Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth,—'
"And there's a many promises for those who do that. But I was a wild, idle fellow, and thought nothing of that."