“No, Phil, I don’t,” replied the other in a slightly petulant tone; “I don’t feel quite sure of the spirit in which he referred to my dear father. Of course it was kind and all that, but it was slightly patronising, and my father was an infinitely superior man to himself.”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Phil; “if you’re going to accept a favour of him you had better try to feel and act in a friendly way, but of course it would never do to encourage him in pride.”
“Well then, I’ll send it,” said Aspel, closing the letter; “do you know where I can post it?”
“Not I. Never was here before. I’ve only a vague idea of how I got here, and mustn’t go far with you lest I lose myself.”
At that moment Miss Lillycrop’s door opened and little Tottie issued forth.
“Ah! she will help us.—D’you know where the Post-Office is, Tottie?”
“Yes, sir, it’s at the corner of the street, Miss Lillycrop says.”
“Which direction?”
“That one, I think.”
“Here, I’m going the other way: will you post this letter for me?”