“You would not care for them.”

“Wouldn’t I, Hugh?”

“I will, on one condition—two conditions, I mean.”

“What are they?”

“One is, that you show me yours.”

“Mine?”

“Yes.”

“Who told you I wrote verses? That silly boy?”

“No—I saw your verses before I saw you. You remember?”

“It was very dishonourable in you to read them.”