He did not like it.

Why he did not know or ask himself, being as yet too immature for such self-analysis.
Mr.Grace got up clean-shaven, adjusted a soiled paper-collar, and said, "Good-morning, John.

I am sorry to hear that a Christian lad like you should be fighting.

I am sure that neither Mr.Rivers nor your aunt would approve of it.

My son told me about it, and I think it my duty--" John broke in, "Then your son is a tell-tale, Mr.Grace, and allow me to say that this is none of his business.