“Not a soul, Miss Gladys.”
“You are sure?”
“I'm sure, ma'am.”
“You didn't tell Dr. Vince?”
“I just told him that I had left because Master Albert got drunk, Miss Gladys. That was the truth.”
“Yes,” said she; and then, “You always tell the truth, don't you, Samuel?”
“I try to,” he replied.
“You are very good, aren't you?” she added.
Samuel blushed. “No,” he said gravely. “I'm not good at all.”
The other looked at him for a moment, and then a smile crossed her face. “I've heard a saying,” she remarked—“'Be good and you'll be happy, but you'll miss a lot of fun.'”