“Mother dear, must I be the Kingthorpe heir?”
“Yes, you must, John.”
“Well. I’ve been out sailing with an umbrella”—
“But John, John! You knew perfectly well that you ought not to do that!”
“Yes, but I just forgot it for a minute or two, Mother.”
“That’s only an excuse, John. You remembered it all the time. Look me right in the eye and say whether you didn’t remember it.”
Johnny blinked at a great rate, and then looked straight at his mother. Yes, he had remembered it, that is to say, deep in, he had.
“Exactly—‘deep in’—that was Conscience, little John.”
“There is so much to remember, Mother!”
“No. What Father and Mother tell you about right and wrong is not too much for you to remember.”