"You have no faith in me yet. But I shall earn it, or" - and
his voice fell suddenly - "or rid you of a loathsome parent.
Hogan, can you find him quarters?"

Hogan replied that there was the room he had already been
confined in, and that he could lie in it. And deeming that
there was nothing to be gained by waiting, he thereupon led the
youth from the room and down the passage. At the foot of the
stairs the Irishman paused in the act of descending, and raised
the taper aloft so that its light might fall full upon the face
of his companion.

"Were I your father," said he grimly, "I would kick you from
one end of Waltham to the other by way of teaching you filial
piety! And were you not his son, I would this night read you a
lesson you'd never live to practise. I would set you to sleep
a last long sleep in the kennels of Waltham streets. But since
you are - marvellous though it seem - his offspring, and since
I love him and may not therefore hurt you, I must rest content
with telling you that you are the vilest thing that breathes.
You despise him for a roysterer, for a man of loose ways. Let
me, who have seen something of men, and who read you to-night
to the very dregs of your contemptible soul, tell you that
compared with you he is a very god. Come, you white-livered
cur!" he ended abruptly. "I will light you to your chamber."

When presently Hogan returned to Crispin he found the Tavern
Knight - that man of iron in whom none had ever seen a trace of
fear or weakness seated with his arms before him on the table,