"You call me Mr. Morton, or just George, as if I were about as good as you."
Lambert laughed.
"We've had some fair battles since then, haven't we, George? You've done a lot you said you would that day."
"I've scarcely started," George answered. "I'm a dismal failure. Perhaps I'll brace up."
"You're hard to satisfy," Lambert said.
George dug at the ground with his heel.
"All the greater necessity to find ultimate satisfaction," he grumbled.
Lambert glanced at him inquiringly.
"I suppose," George continued, "I ought to thank you and your sister for not reminding your parents what I was some years ago, for not blurting it out to a lot of other people."
"You've shown me," Lambert said, "it would have been vicious to have put any stumbling blocks in your way. Driggs is right. He usually is. You're a very great man."