"That's just the whole point, my son," said Jimmy. "I'm not going to let him cut me out."
"What are you going to do then—challenge him with pistols?"
"No, I'm going to retire. To tell you the honest, I'm not sure I haven't made rather an ass of myself over Kate."
"Oh, don't say that, Jimmy."
"How old should you say she was, now?"
"I don't know. I should think about thirty."
"Oh, give her a chance, old man. I happen to know she's twenty-six. Well, you see it's all right now. I reckon that fellows of our age, who have knocked about a bit and know what's what, are equal to girls of ten years or so older. In fact, Kate has always treated me as an equal, as I told you, and in a good many things she's deferred to my opinion. At the same time, you've got to look ahead a bit. You know yourself that a man of twenty-six is still young. I shall be all right in ten years' time, but I ask myself what she'll be—eh?"
"A bit long in the tooth," suggested Young George.
"Well, there you are," said Jimmy. "I shall always have a friendly feeling for Kate. After all, she was the first girl I really cared about. Others before her were just fancies that I grew out of. I think she'll always remember me too. We've had some good times together. But I think it's time it ended now. I shall make a few enquiries about this fellow Webster, and if I find that he's a decent chap, and means to run straight, as I've no reason to suppose he doesn't, I shall stand aside."
"Well, I think it's very noble of you," said Young George. "I say, what's the French for 'How do you do?'"