III. — THE MAN WHO COULD NOT HATE
Immediately after leaving the little garden-party, Tom and his tutor parted for the evening, for the former lived at the Governorate, while the latter had a sort of lodge or little bungalow higher up on the hill behind amid the taller trees. The tutor said in private what everybody had indignantly expected him to say in public, and remonstrated with the youth for his display of imitative drama.
“Well, I won’t like him,” said Tom warningly. “I’d like to kill him. His nose sticks out.”
“You can hardly expect it to stick in,” said Mr. Hume mildly. “I wonder whether there’s an old story about the man whose nose stuck in.”
“Is there?” demanded the other in the literal spirit of infancy.
“There may be tomorrow,” replied the tutor and began to climb the stee
