Your allowance will be whatever you like to fix it at; you have never been extravagant, and--boy--I love you.

Amuse yourself, enjoy yourself, and come back cured of your oddities, but preserving your honour." Sir Peter bent down and kissed his son's brow.

Kenelm was moved; he rose, put his arm round his father's shoulder, and lovingly said, in an undertone, "If ever I am tempted to do a base thing, may I remember whose son I am: I shall be safe then." He withdrew his arm as he said this, and took his solitary way along the banks of the stream, forgetful of rod and line..