ness to talk to me a little now, and divert my thoughts, which are galled with dwelling on one point: cankering as a rusty nail."
He had deigned an explanation; almost an apology: I did not feel insensible to his condescension, and would not seem so.
"I am willing to amuse you if I can, sir: quite willing; but I cannot introduce a topic, because how do I know what will interest you? Ask me questions, and I will do my best to answer them."
"Then, in the first place, do you agree with me that I have a right to be a little masterful, abrupt; perhaps exacting, sometimes, on the grounds I stated: namely, that I am old enough to be your father, and that I have battled through a varied experience with many men of many nations, and roamed over half the globe, while you have lived quietly with one set of people in one house?"
"Do as you please, sir."
"That is no answer: or rather it is a very irritating, because a very evasive one—reply clearly."
"I don't think, sir, you have a right to com-
