I tell you simply what my feeling is; and even now,
when, as you say, it's all over; and when I have the satisfaction of
knowing that he always hated me, and we always quarrelled, and I always
told him my mind; even now, I feel sorry that I didn't yield to an
impulse I often had, as a boy, of running away from him and going
abroad.'
'Why abroad?' asked Martin, turning his eyes upon the speaker.
'In search,' replied John Westlock, shrugging his shoulders, 'of
the livelihood I couldn't have earned at home. There would have been
something spirited in that. But, come! Fill your glass, and let us
forget him.'
'As soon as you please,' said Martin. 'In reference to myself and my
connection with him, I have only to repeat what I said before. I have
taken my own way with him so far, and shall continue to do so, even more
than ever; for the fact is, to tell you the truth, that I believe he
looks to me to supply his defects, and couldn't afford to lose me. I had
a notion of that in first going there. Your health!'
'Thank you,' returned young Westlock. 'Yours. And may the new pupil turn
out as well as you can desire!'
'What new pupil?'
'The fortunate youth, born under an auspicious star,' returned John
Westlock, laughing; 'whose parents, or guardians, are destined to be
hooked by the advertisement.
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