“My superior!” exclaimed Herbert, more than ever exasperated. “That young beggar my superior!”
“He says Andrew is a better scholar than you!”
“Then I don’t want to go to his confounded school any more. He doesn’t seem to know how to treat a gentleman.”
“You needn’t go, Herbert, if you don’t care to,” said his father, more mildly.
“May I leave the academy?” asked Herbert, eagerly.
“Yes. After the course which Dr. Euclid has seen fit to adopt, I shall not force a son of mine to remain under his instruction. I told him so this evening.”
“What did he say to that?” queried Herbert, who could not help thinking that Dr. Euclid would be very sorry to lose a pupil of his social importance.
“He didn’t say much,” said the lawyer, who was not disposed to repeat what the doctor actually did say.
“Then,” said Herbert, “there is no use for me to study my Latin lesson for to-morrow.”
“You may omit it this evening, but of course I cannot have you give up study. I may obtain a private tutor for you, or send you to some school out of town.”