They seemed to be full of question, of many questions, but
none were forthcoming.
"Ah!" said General Michael indifferently. "He is," pursued Jem Agar, "a
delicate fellow; does nothing; though I believe he is going to be called
to the Bar."
The General, having passed most of his life in India, where men work or
else go home, did not take in the full meaning of this; but he was keen
as a ferret, and he saw easily that Jem Agar despised his step-brother
with that cruel contempt which strong men feel for weak.
"Mother's darling?" he suggested.
"Yes, that is about it," replied Agar. He was too simple, too innately
upright and honest to perceive the infinite possibilities opened up by
the fact upon which General Michael had pounced.
"In case you decide to accept my offer," the older man went on, "you
would wish your stepmother and step-brother to be told?"
"Yes, and one other person."
"Ah, and another person. You could not limit it to two?" urged the
General.
"No!" replied Agar with a decision which the other was wise enough to
consider final.
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