“I hope you don’t mean to dismiss me,” said Pemberton.
Morgan debated, looking at the sunset. “I think if I did right I ought to.”
“Well, I know I’m supposed to instruct you in virtue; but in that case don’t do right.”
“’You’re very young—fortunately,” Morgan went on, turning to him again.
“Oh yes, compared with you!”
“Therefore it won’t matter so much if you do lose a lot of time.”
“That’s the way to look at it,” said Pemberton accommodatingly.
They were silent a minute; after which the boy asked: “Do you like my father and my mother very much?”
“Dear me, yes. They’re charming people.”
Morgan received this with another silence; then unexpectedly, familiarly, but at the same time affectionately, he remarked: “You’re a jolly old humbug!”