"Well, George," he said in his comfortable thick voice, "what's it going to be?"
He was not yet alluding to Peter's career, but to some bottles on the little table between them.
"Half and half," said George.
"Help yourself," said Henry, adding, as Mr. Paragon portioned out his whisky, "How's sister?"
"Up to the mark every time."
"She's all right. There's not a more healthy woman in England than sister."
Henry paused a little in reflection upon the virtues of Mrs. Paragon. He then continued.
"How's the boy?"
"I'll tell you what," said Mr. Paragon, "he's growing up."
"Fifteen next December."