FATHER AND SON
'You and my father are great friends, are you not?' asked Archie once.
'There is no man that I more respect, Archie,' replied Lord Glenalmond. 'He is two things of price. He is a great lawyer, and he is upright as the day.'
'You and he are so different,' said the boy, his eyes dwelling on those of his old friend, like a lover's on his mistress's.
'Indeed so,' replied the judge; 'very different. And so I fear are you and he. Yet I would like it very ill if my young friend were to misjudge his father. He has all the Roman virtues: Cato and Brutus were such; I think a son's heart might well be proud of such an ancestry of one.'
'And I would sooner he were a plaided herd,' cried Archie, with sudden bitterness.
'And that is neither very wise, nor I believe entirely true,' returned Glenalmond. 'Before you are done you will find some of these expressions rise on you like a
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