“Yes,” said Richard, looking him full in the face. “But it was no fault of mine. I thought I was too happy for it to last. But I’ll be a man over it. Humphrey,” he exclaimed, rousing himself, “they educated me to be a gentleman, and I won’t belie them there. Once for all, I am very sorry, and I’ll make you every restitution in my power.”
“Well, sir, I did wonder why she was always so hard to me: but I don’t understand you, sir,” said Humphrey, quietly.
“Don’t sir me, man,” exclaimed Richard, passionately.
“Don’t be cross with me about it, Master Dick,” said Humphrey, smiling; “’taint my fault.”
“No, no, my good fellow, I know. Oh, it was monstrous!”
He turned away his head.
“Do you think it’s all true, Master Richard,” said Humphrey, quietly; “it seems so wild-like.”
“True enough. Oh yes, it’s true. But there, we won’t talk.”
“But I think we’d better, sir.”
“Haven’t I told you that I’ll make you restitution, man—give up all?”