“There is no reason I know,” he returned, “except—except you are tired of me.”
“Nobody is tired of you—except perhaps George, and you need not mind him; he is odd. I have known him from childhood, and don’t understand him yet.”
“He is clever!” said Walter.
“I dare say he is—if he would take the trouble to show it.”
“You hardly do him justice, I think!”
“How can I? he bores me! and when I am bored, I am horribly bored. I have been very patient with him.”
“Why do you ask him so often then?”
“I don’t ask him. Mamma is fond of him, and so—”
“You are the victim!”
“I can bear it; I have consolations!”