Unlikely, to be sure; for doubtless some of his Whitelaw contemporaries encountered him at Cambridge; and again, was it not probable that the younger Warricombe had become a Whitelaw student?
Then Professor Gale--no matter! The Warricombes of course knew all about Andrew Peak and his dining-rooms, but they were liberal-minded, and could forgive a boy's weakness, as well as overlook an acquaintance's obscure origin.

In the joy of finding himself exuberantly welcomed by a man of Buckland's world he overcame his ignoble self-consciousness.
'Did you know that we were in this part of the country ?' Warricombe asked, once more speeding ahead.
'I always thought of you in connection with Kingsmill.' 'We gave up Thornhaw seven years ago.

My father was never quite comfortable out of Devonshire.

The house I am taking you to has been in our family for three generations.

I have often tried to be proud of the fact, but, as you would guess, that kind of thing doesn't come very natural to me.' In the effort to repudiate such sentiment, Buckland distinctly betrayed its hold upon him.