“Paul, what a handsome boy you are getting to be.”
Paul blushed like a schoolgirl.
“Am I?”
“Yes; but you need not blush like a woman. Had you been one I never would have told you so.”
It was the first time Paul had ever heard him flatter anyone, and he hardly knew how to accept it.
“What was it you wished to speak with me about? Is there anything I can do for you?” Scott asked.
“No, sir; thank you. But I have decided to make new arrangements, and I wanted to tell you that you will be compelled to look for another valet.”
“Why, Paul, what do you mean?” Scott asked in surprise.
“I am obliged to leave you.”