“Ses?—I don’t remember her,” said Lenorme.
“The moth, sir;—‘the moth and the rust,’ you know.”
“Yes, yes; now I know! Capital! Only more things may tend to make the world better than some people think.—Who is this Mr Graham of yours? He must be no common man.”
“You are right there, sir; there is not another like him in the whole world, I believe.”
And thereupon Malcolm set himself to give the painter an idea of the schoolmaster.
When they had talked about him for a little while,
“Well, all this accounts for your being a scholar,” said Lenorme; “but——”
“I am little enough of that, sir,” interrupted Malcolm. “Any Scotch boy that likes to learn finds the way open to him.”
“I am aware of that. But were you really reading Epictetus when we left you in the park this morning?”
“Yes, sir: why not?”