"Dr. Primrose," he reproved me, gently.
"Doctor, I mean. Maybe Tom had one like it."
"Likely," he replied. "You must learn to read it."
"Oh, I will, sir—and Greek."
"That's right, my boy. Remember always what Dr. Primrose said when he gave you Horace: that no gentleman could have pretensions to sound culture who was not well-grounded in the classics. Can you remember that?"
Twice he made me repeat it.
"Oh yes, sir, I can remember it," I told him. "Do you suppose Tom put in his name like that?"
"Doubtless," said Dr. Primrose, "minus the a.d."
"I didn't know you had a middle name," I said.
"Buckleton was my mother's maiden name," he explained. "She was of the Wiltshire Buckletons, and a very good family, too."