Grayson. Never once has he
insulted me as you do now. All these years--fifteen years this
winter--he has been my friend. And now when the boy whom he loves
wants some money for a friend, and Mr. Grayson has none to give
him, and I, who am Mr. Grayson's friend, come to help that boy out
of his trouble, you--you--remember, you who have nothing to do
with it--you turn up your nose and stop it all. Are you not
ashamed of yourself?"
Jack's eyes blazed. He was not accustomed to be spoken to in that
way by anybody; certainly not by a tailor.
"Then give them to Uncle Peter," Jack flung back. "See what he
will say."
"No, I will not give them to your Uncle Peter. It will spoil
everything with me if he knows about it. He always does things for
me behind my back. He never lets me know. Now I shall do something
for him behind his back and not let him know."
"But--"
"There are no buts! Listen to me, young man. I have no son; I have
no grandchild; I live here alone--you see how small it is? Do you
know why?--because I am happiest here.
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