A man of your age, Matthew Paris—
Ah, brother, brother.
Sir.
There you go again!—But I see how it is, and I shall say no more about Bridgy Pope or the boy, Robert Eveleth, till you are a——
For shame—
Why so, George? All I wanted to say was, that when Robert is here, the children are happy together and cheerful. They go romping about in the woods together, up all the mows in the neighbourhood, or along by the sea-shore, (between schools) and spend half their play-time in the blackberry-swamp—you look very serious....
I feel so ... good by’e.
Good by’e—I thought you had come to see the children?
To see the children?—so I did—as I live, Matthew! Lead me to them—
Follow me in here—they are just going to bed, I see.