Then he had endeavored to love Augustus, and did not in the least love him the less because his son told him frequently of the wicked things he had done.

He did not object to be told of his wickedness even by his son.
But Augustus suspected him of other things than those of which he accused him, and attempted to be sharp with him and to get the better of him at his own game.

And his son laughed at him and scorned him, and regarded him as one who was troublesome only for a time, and who need not be treated with much attention, because he was there only for a time.

Therefore he hated Augustus.

But Augustus was his heir, and he knew that he must die soon.
But for how long could he live?
And what could he yet do before he died?
A braver man than Mr.Scarborough never lived,--that is, one who less feared to die.