“No, no,” he said. “I must see it through.”
I bent forward to steady the lamp, and at the same time I turned it lower.
“Mind the wick,” he said.
“Oh, father,” I cried, “do you mean that she may want to kiss me?”
“Oh, Augustus,” he said, “or even more.”
“Oh, father,” I cried. “Is there anything more?”
He swallowed once or twice.
“Oh, Augustus,” he said.
I fear this chapter must remain unfinished.