He had been trained to detest them, and to believe any revenge on them a mere act of justice.

But his dead mother was but a shadowy figure to him, and this girl was very charming, and sweet, and kind, for he had had a long talk with her one evening, and she had shared a box of chocolates with him.

Did those chocolates constitute the tie of bread and salt between them which his father had taught him was so binding?
He wished to help the girl, therefore he made up his mind that they did.

With a sigh of satisfaction he rose, sauntered up to the absorbed lovers, and began to parade up and down before them.

His nearness put something of a check on the eloquence of Mr.Arthur Courtnay, and every time Tinker's shadow fell on them he looked up and frowned.
At last he said, "Go away, my lad, and play somewhere else." "I don't want any cheek from a hairdresser's assistant," said Tinker with blithe readiness.
There is nothing so wounding as the truth, and Courtnay knew that he was weak about the hair; he never could bring himself to keep it properly cropped; it was so glossy.