"Oh no.

I fancy the boot is on the other leg.
I suspect I've said some things your father can't overlook, Conrad." He called the young man by his Christian name partly to distinguish him from his father, partly from the infection of Fulkerson's habit, and partly from a kindness for him that seemed naturally to express itself in that way.
"I know he didn't sleep last night, after you all went away," Conrad pursued, "and of course that made him more irritable; and he was tried a good deal by some of the things that Mr.Lindau said." "I was tried a good deal myself," said March.

"Lindau ought never to have been there." "No." Conrad seemed only partially to assent.
"I told Mr.Fulkerson so.

I warned him that Lindau would be apt to break out in some way.

It wasn't just to him, and it wasn't just to your father, to ask him." "Mr.Fulkerson had a good motive," Conrad gently urged.