"Tobias! Tobias," said his father, with uplifted finger, "you've been looking over the garden wall of the Hesperides, and the golden fruit of the Valpys tempts you. Eh! my son, you also are in love--with Miss Valpy."
"Yes."
"And your friend is in love with Miss Pethram."
"Yes."
"And you both intend to stay with me for a time, so as to be near your inamoratas."
"If you please, father."
Mr. Clendon smiled grimly and finished his glass of port, which he really felt he needed.
"Cupid! Cupid! what have I done that thus I should be Sir Pandarus of Troy in my old age. Tobias, go to bed."
"Good-night, father;" and he vanished.
Sir Pandarus groaned.