29/35 Mr.Carlyle entertained them to supper--mutton chops and bread and cheese. They took up their pipes for another whiff when the meal was over, but Miss Carlyle retired to bed; the smoke, to which she had not been accustomed since her father's death, had made her head ache and her eyes smart. About eleven they wished Mr.Carlyle good-night, and departed, but Mr.Dill, in obedience to a nod from his superior, remained. You are intimate with the Thorns, of Swainson; do they happen to have any relative, a nephew or cousin, perhaps, a dandy young fellow ?" "I went over last Sunday fortnight to spend the day with young Jacob," was the answer of Mr.Dill, one wider from the point than he generally gave. Mr.Carlyle smiled. |