"Oh, if you choose to prefer his society to mine, Good morning." He walked off with his nose in the air, and, half annoyed, half amused, I went over the hill to the mine, where my father was busily examining some specimens of the lead that had been cut off the corners of some newly-cast ingots.
"Well, Sep," he said.

"Coming to help ?" I replied that I was, somewhat unwillingly, for I had caught sight of Bigley coming up the valley, and I wanted to join him, and try and show that I did not intend to give up an old school friend because his father's name was often on people's lips.
"Who's that you are looking for ?" said my father.
"Only young Uggleston, father," I said.
I looked at him intently and felt troubled, for he frowned a little, and, before I knew what I was saying, the words slipped: "You don't mind Bigley Uggleston coming here, do you, father ?" "Yes--no," he said, sitting up up very stiffly.

"I don't like your giving up old companions, Sep, or seeming to be proud; but there are beginning to be reasons why you should not be quite so intimate with young Uggleston." "Oh, father!" I exclaimed dolefully.

"Why, I thought that you and old Uggleston were good friends now." "Oh, yes; the best of friends," said my father sarcastically.

"He pays his rent regularly, and we always speak civilly to each other when we meet." As he spoke there was a look in his face which seemed to say, "We don't like each other all the same." "Look here, Sep," continued my father.