It was the latter outburst though--the one that came with a sigh--that stirred him most.
"And you would really have liked a ring yourself, my lad ?" "Would I like it! Why, Mr.Grayson, I'd rather have had Mr.Morris give me a thing like that and DESERVED IT, than have all the money you could pile on this table." One of those sudden smiles which his friends loved so well irradiated Peter's face.
"Keep on the way you're going, my son," he said, seizing the boy's hand, a slight tremble in his voice, "and you'll get a dozen of them." "How ?" The boy's eyes were wide in wonderment.
"By being yourself.

Don't let go of your ideals no matter what Minott or anybody else says.

Let him go his way and do you keep on in yours.
Don't...

but I can't talk here.

Come and see me.