“Oh, yes, father, just come,” said the young man, with an offensive grin.
“You heard more than you said, sir,” said the Squire, “so we may as well have a few words at once.”
“No, no, no, my dear; pray, pray don’t quarrel with Claud now; I’m sure he wants to do everything that is right.”
“Be quiet, Maria,” cried the Squire, angrily.
“All right, mother; I’m not going to quarrel,” said the son.
“Of course not I only want Claud to understand his position. Look here, sir, you are at an age when a bo—, when a man doesn’t understand the value of money.”
“Oh, I say, guv’nor! Come, I like that.”
“It’s quite true, sir. You boys only look upon money as something to spend.”
“Right you are, this time.”
“But it means more, sir—power, position, the respect of your fellows—everything.”