"You are very good." He smiled with a high-shouldered bow again. "You flatter me. But, no--no! I have never been able to imbue my poor boy with that part of his art. Heaven forbid that I should disparage my dear child, but he has--no deportment."
"He appears to be an excellent master," I observed.

"You are very good." He smiled. "You flatter me. But, no! I have never been able to imbue my poor boy with that part of his art. He has no deportment."
"He appears to be an excellent teacher," I observed.
