It was host one minute and father the next.
And this life, if the truth be told, did not greatly vary from the one the boy had always led, except that there was more of town and less of country in it than he had heretofore been accustomed to.

The freedom from all care--for the colonel had trained Harry to neither business nor profession--was the same, and so was the right to employ his time as he pleased.

At Moorlands he was busy over his horses and dogs, his sporting outfits, riding to hounds, cock-fights--common in those days--and, of course, assisting his father and mother in dispensing the hospitality of the house.

In Kennedy Square St.George was his chief occupation, and of the two he liked the last the best.

What he had hungered for all his life was sympathy and companionship, and this his father had never given him; nor had he known what it was since his college days.