"Indeed! How does he differ from the others?"
"In every way. They are good lads, most of them, but their minds are dull and slow, their manners rough and boorish. There is a peculiar gentleness about Gus, a goodness of heart, an unselfishness, an innate charm, I hardly know how to describe. Then as to his mind—he can learn anything; he grasps my ideas in a moment. Oh, I have the highest hopes of him."
"I would not have, if I were you," said the colonel drily. "You are too sanguine, as I often tell you. Depend upon it, you will be disappointed."
"I am not afraid," said Mr. Mouncey, with a smile. "I can tell you, Gus is a little gentleman."
"Gus—Gus what?" asked the colonel abruptly. "I suppose he has another name?"
"Gus Rew," said Mr. Mouncey.
"Rew! You can't make much of that," said Colonel Carruthers. "It is not an aristocratic patronymic. But every one is a gentleman nowadays. The grand old name is indeed—
"Defamed by every charlatan,
And soiled with all ignoble use.
"Still, to apply it to the son of a burglar does seem to me going too far."
"I do not think that Gus' father was a burglar," replied Mr. Mouncey.