"I was sorry, David, I remarked," said Mr. Murdstone, turning his head and his eyes stiffly towards me, "to observe that you are of a sullen disposition. This is not a character that I can suffer to develop itself beneath my eyes without an effort at improvement. We must endeavour sir, to change it. We must endeavour to change it for you."
"I beg your pardon sir," I faltered. "I have never meant to be sullen since I came back."
"Don't take refuge in a lie' sir!" he returned so fiercely, that I saw my mother involuntarily put out her trembling hand as if to interpose between us. "You have withdrawn yourself in your own sullenness to your own room. You have kept your own room when you ought to have been here. You know now, once for all, that I require you to be here, and not there. Further, that I require you to bring odedience here. You know me David, I will have it done."