"Some more tea, please, mother," put in Dora appropriately. "Excuse my
appetite. I suppose it is the autumn air."
There was a short silence, during which Mrs, Glynde sought to propitiate
her angered spouse with sodden toast and a second brew of tea.
"I always said," observed the Rector at last, "that your cousin was a
fool."
And in some indefinite way Mrs. Glynde felt that she was once more
responsible.
CHAPTER VI
FOR HIS COUNTRY
Shall I forget on this side of the grave?
I promise nothing; you must wait and see.
From the train arriving at East Burgen station at eight o'clock that same
evening there alighted a youth who seemed suddenly to have taken manhood
upon his shoulders. He stood on the platform and pointed out to a porter,
who called him Master James, a large Gladstone bag and a new sword-case.
Although he could have carried the luggage under one arm and the porter
under the other, he carefully refrained from offering to convey anything
except his own walking-stick.
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