“I posted a letter to you to-day, sir. I did not know you were from home.”
“What was it about?”
“Nothing particular, sir. Only I had not written since we were in London.”
“How long are you going to stay here, Johnny Ludlow?”
“About another week, I suppose.”
“I mean here. In this disreputable room.”
“Disreputable, sir!”
“Yes, Johnny Ludlow, disreputable. Disreputable for all young men, especially for a very young one like you. I wonder what your father would have said to it!”
“I, at least, sir, am doing no harm in it.”
“Yes, you are, Johnny. You are suffering your eyes and mind to grow familiar with these things. So, their game is over, is it!”