But wait a bit I was devilish near thrashing you a few minutes ago;
but I sha'n't do it, say what you like. I don't like vulgar rows."

"No more do I," remarked Hilliard; "and I haven't fought since I was
a boy. But for your own satisfaction, I can tell you it's a wise
resolve not to interfere with me. The temptation to rid the world of
one such man as you might prove too strong."

There was a force of meaning in these words, quietly as they were
uttered, which impressed the listener.

"You'll come to a bad end, my lad."

"Hardly. It's unlikely that I shall ever be rich."

"Oh! you're one of that sort, are you? I've come across Socialistic
fellows. But look here. I'm talking civilly, and I say again it's
for your advantage. I had a respect for your father, and I liked
your brother--I'm sorry to hear he's dead."

"Please keep your sorrow to yourself."

"All right, all right! I understand you're a draughtsman at Kenn and
Bodditch's?"

"I daresay you are capable of understanding that."

Hilliard planted his elbow in the window of the carriage and propped
his cheek on his hand.