Then something in the sound of the colonel's voice choked his utterance.

Not now, he thought, mastering his emotion--a moment more and he would tell him.
"I have heard of him, sir," he answered when he recovered his speech, straining his ears to catch the next word.
"Heard of him, have you?
So has everybody else heard of him--a worthless scoundrel who broke his mother's heart; a man who disgraced his family--a gentleman turned brigand--a renegade who has gone back on his blood! Tell him so if you see him! Tell him I said so; I'm his father, and know! No--I don't want your silks--don't want anything that has to do with sailormen.

I am busy--please go away.

Don't stop to bundle them up--do that outside," and he turned his back and readjusted the shade over his eyes.
Harry's heart sank, and a cold faintness stole through his frame.

He was not angry nor indignant.