"Time will show; let it come naturally. Of course I will give you any help I can, but you will tackle him far better than I could. You have plenty to work upon, for if ever a boy loved with his whole heart and soul, that boy loves you."
"Loves me—yes; but that won't do, you know."
"It will do a great deal; a soul that loves something better than itself is not far off loving the Best. Good night, old fellow."
Lawrence went back to Wikkey, and leant his back against the mantelpiece, looking thoughtfully down at the boy.
"What did the other chap call you?" inquired Wikkey.
"Granby, do you mean?"
Wikkey nodded.
"Lawrence Granby,—that is my name. But, Wikkey, you must not call him 'chap'; you must call him Mr. Trevor."
"Oh, my eye! he's a swell, is he? I never call you nothink only guvner; I shall call you Lawrence; it's a big name like you, and a deal nicer nor guvner."
Lawrence gave a little laugh. Was it his duty to inculcate a proper respect for his betters into this boy? If he were going to live it might be; but when he thought how soon all earthly distinctions would be over for Wikkey, it seemed hardly worth while.