"I've heard him jaw by the yard," smiled the honest youth. "He has told me he despises it."
"What is it he despises? I can't make out."
The most consecutive of Mr. Coyle's nurslings considered a moment, as if he were conscious of a responsibility.
"Why, I think, military glory. He says we take the wrong view of it."
"He oughtn't to talk to you that way. It's corrupting the youth of Athens. It's sowing sedition."
"Oh, I'm all right!" said young Lechmere. "And he never told me he meant to chuck it. I always thought he meant to see it through, simply because he had to. He'll argue on any side you like. It's a tremendous pity—I'm sure he'd have a big career."
"Tell him so, then; plead with him; struggle with him—for God's sake!"
"I'll do what I can—I'll tell him it's a regular shame."
"Yes, strike that note—insist on the disgrace of it."
The young man gave Mr. Coyle a more
