"I don't know—scarcely."
"Have you any more?"
Stephen made no answer.
"Have you any more, father?"
"No."
Michael Sunlocks felt his face flush deep in the darkness.
"Father," he said, and his voice broke, "we are parting, you and I, and we may not meet again soon; indeed, we may never meet again. I have made you a solemn promise. Will you not make me one?"
"What is it, sir?"
"That you will never, never try to get more by the same means."
"There'll be no occasion now."