The boy is now sixteen and as fine a fellow as one often meets." "Bah! An imbecile--an awkward, ill-mannered brat who is only fit for a stable-boy! I know him, Silas, and I know he'll never amount to a hill of beans.

Leave _him_ my money?
Not if I hadn't a relative on earth!" "You misjudge him, Jane.

Kenneth is all right if you'll treat him decently.

But he won't stand your abuse and I don't think the less of him for that." "Why abuse?
Haven't I given him a home and an education, all because Thomas asked me to look after his relatives?
And he's been rebellious and pig-headed and sullen in return for my kindness, so naturally there's little love lost between us." "You resented your one obligation, Jane; and although you fulfilled it to the letter you did not in the spirit of Tom Bradley's request.

I don't blame the boy for not liking you." "Sir!" "All right, Jane; fly at me if you will," said the little man, with a smile; "but I intend to tell you frankly what I think of your actions, just as long as we remain friends." Her stern brows unbent a trifle.
"That's why we are friends, Silas; and it's useless to quarrel with you now that I'm on my last legs.