“Very fair indeed! that's being very fair and honest.”
Then, returning to me again, he said,
“But your father—how came you not to show him what you wrote?”
“I was too much ashamed of it, sir, seriously.”
Literal truth that, I am sure.
“And how did he find it out?
“I don't know myself, sir. He never would tell me.”
Literal truth again, my dear father, as you can testify.
“But how did you get it printed?”
“I sent it, sir, to a bookseller my father never employed, and that I never had seen myself, Mr. Lowndes, in full hope by that means he never would hear of it.”