He laughed gruffly.
“I wish you would; I’d sell her the whole lot. Anything else?”
“The other things,” I said, “were too bad to repeat. I have only been enumerating your minor faults.”
He made me an ironical bow.
“I am exceedingly obliged to my godmother,” he said. “Some day I shall do myself the pleasure of paying her a visit and suggesting that she should mind her own business.”
“Your business is her business to the extent of her godmotherhood,” I reminded him, suavely.
“Hang her godmotherhood!” he uttered under his breath. I think it was “hang” he said—I was not sure about the expletive.
“I shall go away,” I said. “You are getting profane. You are still as rude as when I bound your dog’s leg for you, I see.”
He was suddenly grave.
“That seems a long time ago,” he remarked.