“Yes, father.”
“You were coming home with me?”
“No, father; I was going to stop with Scar for a bit.”
“Humph! Better come home now, my boy. I think Sir Godfrey wishes to talk to his son.”
“I was not going to do anything of the kind, Forrester; but if you are bent upon a division between us, I am not the man to baulk you.”
“Very good, sir, very good. Then be it so.”
“But it seems to me a great pity that two old friends should be divided, and our boys, who have been like brothers, should be separated upon a question about which you must feel, upon calm consideration, that you are wrong.”
“If I felt that I was wrong, Sir Godfrey Markham, I should at once apologise; but I am not wrong.”
“And our boys?”
“It is impossible for our boys to be friends, Sir Godfrey, until you have apologised for what you have said.”