“Look here, I’m very much put out about you, Frayne—I am, indeed!”—puff.
“What about, sir?”
“Oh, you know”—puff. “Of course, I never object to my pupils having their own hobbies; but you have been carrying your musical”—puff—“whims to excess”—puff.
Richard coloured.
“I do not see why a soldier”—puff—“should not be a good musician, though the trumpet”—puff—“seems more in the way than the piano”—puff. “But you ought not to have gone in debt over such a matter”—puff.
“In debt, sir?”
“Yes. Don’t repeat my words!”—puff. “Now, I have warned you against it!”—puff.
“You did, sir; but I don’t understand your allusions,” said Richard, though he suspected that he did.
“Then you ought to, sir!”—puff. “Hasn’t that money-lending tailor”—puff—“just come from dunning you?”
“Yes, sir; but—”