“You're doing very well,” interrupted Benson quickly. “Of course, you are not exactly cut out for the law—”
“Then what in God's name am I cut out for, have you been able to discover that?”
“A young man may doubt his ability, that is natural enough, but it argues nothing; and in your case it is certainly no reason why you should throw your life, your chances all away!”
“If it were not for my Aunt Virginia I should be perfectly happy to-night; but having to go home and tell her—” Stephen frowned and was silent.
“But you don't have to go home and tell her! That's the very thing you are not to do!”
The boy shook his head. .
“I'm going to get it over with as soon as possible.”
“To-morrow morning—to-night—we'll go and see McKeever, and arrange it with him. Come, be reasonable!” urged Benson.
“No, we won't see him, not for that, anyhow!” retorted the boy.
“Look here, what do you suppose McKeever's after? He hopes to get a commission, and you are helping him along in his ambition!”