Kingsley had grown thinner since he last saw him, and that circumstance and the shabbiness of Kingsley's appearance suddenly inspired in the heart of Mr. Manners the hope that his son had come to him in submission.
"I was anxious about you, father," said Kingsley, in an affectionate tone, "it seems so long since we saw each other. A son must not be forgetful of his duties."
"Ah," said Mr. Manners, his hope growing, "you recognize that at last?"
"At last!" said Kingsley, in a tone of cheerful surprise. "I have always recognized it. I cannot recall that I have ever been wanting in my duty to you."
Mr. Manners stared at his son, debating now within himself what kind of part Kingsley had come to play. There was a silence of a few moments, during which Kingsley gazed at the familiar objects of the room with great calmness, and quite at his ease.
"The object of your visit?" demanded Mr. Manners.
"I have told you, father. Are you well?"
"Yes, I am well."
"And happy?"
"Yes," replied Mr. Manners, setting his teeth, "and happy. That knowledge will hurt you, perhaps."