"What on earth has brought you up to town on the hottest day of the year?
No, stay where you are," as his visitor attempted to rise, and Malcolm put his hands lightly on the boy's shoulders, pressing him gently back against the cushions.

"I never sit there myself unless I am lazy." "All right, old chap," returned the other easily.

"I didn't want to move; only manners maketh man--I always was the pink of courtesy and politeness, don't you know.

Ask old Dinah, and she will tell you." "Oh yes, we all know that," returned Malcolm drily.

"Now, will you answer my question--what brings you up to Lincoln's Inn in this unexpected manner ?" "Keep cool, old fellow, and take a seat, and I will tell you," returned the lad in a patronising tone.