"What a smell of beer!" he suddenly exclaimed. "I wonder what it is?"
Hugh turned scarlet. "I've had a glass," he said defiantly.
"You?" said John, too surprised to hide his grieved dismay.
"There's no sin in that, I hope," answered Hugh coldly.
John thought a moment. "No—no, Hugh, I don't know that there is."
"Then why blame a fellow?"
"I don't think I blamed you; at least, not in words. But——"
"Have it out then. Cut me up to your heart's content."
"I wouldn't for the world, Hugh, dear boy. What would father have wished you to do?"
"He never bound us."