“How much do you say, then, sir?”
“I should be content with half-a-crown a lesson.”
“I daresay you would!” replied the lady, with indignation.
“Half-a-crown! That’s—six half-crowns is—fifteen shillings. Fifteen shillings a week for that mite of a boy! Mr. Sutherland, you ought to be ashamed of yourself, sir.”
“You forget, Mrs. Appleditch, that it is as much trouble to me to teach one little boy—yes, a great deal more than to teach twenty grown men.”
“You ought to be ashamed of yourself, sir. You a Christian man, and talk of trouble in teaching such a little cherub as that?”
“But do pray remember the distance I have to come, and that it will take nearly four hours of my time every day.”
“Then you can get lodgings nearer.”
“But I could not get any so cheap.”
“Then you can the better afford to do it.”