"So have I," said Alec slowly; "at least at times, when he was not in the way, but I'm sorry to say I couldn't stand him when he was close at hand. I wish now that I hadn't tried so hard to be sarcastic."
"You would have risked your lives to save him from death or danger," said Ethel, "but it was harder to try and save him from himself. At least I found it so, for more than once I resolved to try to gain his confidence and interest him in more sensible pursuits, but being too cowardly and selfish, I was too easily discouraged."
"He was hardly the sort one could make a friend of," Paterson mused aloud. "You're right though, Miss Ethel, it was just selfishness and conceit on our part to regard ourselves as superior beings just because we didn't happen to like the sort of things he cared about."
"We looked at everything from a different point of view," Ethel resumed after a pause, "and got more enjoyment out of life."
"I never saw it in that light before," said Ted, "but I think I know what you mean. For instance, when we were all so excited over the race, he had no sympathy whatever with the horses or riders, but just regarded the affair as so much money to be won or lost."
"Yes, but don't be scornful, Ted. Think of all he has lost during his short lifetime by not having a healthy mind. Think of all the happiness you have enjoyed from your love of sports and games, through your friendships and your admiration for what is good and right. But you are rather young quite to grasp what I mean."
Ethel Woodburn, aged twenty-one, spoke as though she felt the wisdom of ages within her, and the boys could not help glancing at one another. She caught the glance, and her eyes twinkled as she continued:
"One could easily see that Tynan was a spoiled child, cursed with foolish parents. I think, Ted, that of all selfish people, those parents who are too generous to deny their children anything, or too tender-hearted to punish them, are the most criminally selfish. And that's what made me so sorry for the boy. Once or twice I was on the point of asking you to give him a bit of your friendship, but somehow I didn't quite like to do it."
"Well," said Ted, "I'm sorry for my share in any rows we had, and I forgive him his share."