—O by the way, said Heron suddenly, I saw your governor going in.
The smile waned on Stephen's face. Any allusion made to his father by a fellow or by a master put his calm to rout in a moment. He waited in timorous silence to hear what Heron might say next. Heron,however, nudged him expressively with his elbow and said:
—You're a sly dog.
—Why so? said Stephen.
—You'd think butter wouldn't melt in your mouth,said Heron. But I'm afraid you're a sly dog.