You may think you've a snug berth here, and flatter yourself you pass for a saint with your pupil and his mamma, but, let me tell you, I could open their eyes to a thing or two which would alter their opinion, as well as the opinion of certain young lady friends who--" "Who do not require the assistance of Robert Ratman to keep them out of bad company," retorted the tutor, hotly for him.
"No, but they may require the assistance of Robert Ratman to keep them from being ashamed of their own father, Mr Armstrong." The tutor glared through his glass.

He understood this threat.
"What of that ?" said he.
"Merely," said Mr Ratman, "that it depends pretty much on you whether they are to continue to believe themselves the children of an officer and a gentleman, or of a--a fugitive from justice.

That's the position, Mr Tutor.

The responsibility rests with you.

If you choose to go, I shall not undeceive them; if you don't--well, it may suit me to open their eyes; there!" The tutor inspected his man from top to toe in a dangerous way, which made the recipient of the stare decidedly uncomfortable.