“Well, sir, and it’s quite right. It is grand! But you are not a man.”
“Not yet, but I suppose I shall be, some day.”
“Not if I take you out with me to catch jungle fever.”
“Oh, bother the old jungle fever!”
“So say I, Ned, and success to quinine.”
“To be sure. Hurrah for quinine! You said you took it often in swampy places to keep off the fever.”
“That’s quite right, Ned.”
“Very well then, uncle; I’ll take it too, as much as ever you like. Now, will you let me go?”
“And what would the rector say?”
“I don’t know, uncle. I don’t want to be a barrister. I want to be what you are.”