“What are you going to do?” said Leslie, turning upon the old man suddenly, and with a wild look in his eyes.
“Do nothing rashly,” said Uncle Luke.
“But time is flying, man.”
“Yes. Always is,” said Uncle Luke, coolly, as he watched his companion with half-closed eyes.
“But—”
“That will do. I cannot discuss the matter to-night, my head’s in a whirl. Do nothing rashly is a capital maxim.”
“But we are wasting time.”
“Look here, young man,” said Uncle Luke, taking Leslie by the lappet of the coat. “I’m not blind. I daresay I can see as far through you as most people can. I am an old man, and at my time of life I can be calm and dispassionate, and look on at things judicially.”
“Judicially?” said Leslie bitterly; “any child could judge here.”
“Oh, no,” said the old man; “big child as you are, you can’t.”