I have taken a liking for you, and the name of Trevlyn sounds pleasantly in mine ears." The old sense of fascination began to fall upon Cuthbert, as Catesby, taking him familiarly by the arm, led him out into the street, and walked along with him in the direction of his home, drawing him out by questions, and throwing in bits of anecdote, jest, and apt remark, that made his conversation a pleasure and an education.

Cuthbert forgot his anxieties and vague suspicions in his enjoyment of the conversation of an accomplished man of the world; and there was a subtle flattery in the sense that this man, scholar and gentleman as he was, had condescended to a liking for and an interest in his insignificant self, and was of his own accord inviting confidence and friendship.
"I once had a young brother; thou something favourest him," was the only explanation he gave of the sudden fancy formed when Cuthbert spoke gratefully of his kindness.

"I am growing out of youth myself, but I like the companionship of youth when I can get it.

I would fain see more of thee, boy, an thou art thine own master, and can come and visit me at the place I may appoint." Cuthbert was pleased and flattered, and said he should be proud to come, but hoped it would not be at the tavern, as his uncle misliked such places of entertainment.
"It is an ill-smelling spot; I mislike it myself," answered Catesby.

"Nay, we can do better than that now.