Speak respectfully of my father or you never see me again.' Here Charley sang out: 'Hulloa! you don't mean to say you're talking of your father.' Janet whimpered that I had called her an ignorant little girl.

If she had been silent I should have pardoned her.

The meanness of the girl in turning on me when the glaring offence was hers, struck me as contemptible beyond words.

Charley and I met half way.

He advised me not to talk to his sister of my father.