And I perfectly well remember, sir, in boyhood's breezy hour, when I was the delight of his school, that you used to tell lies to your venerable father.

You did, Charles.

Excuse the frankness of an early friend, it's my belief you'd rather lie than not.

Hm"-- he looks at the cards in the chimney-glass "Invitations to dinner, proffers of muffins.

Do lend me your sermon.