Now, however, in the tone of his voice, as it clothed the last word, there was something of defiance.

On the ear of his grandfather, Luke Claridge, it fell heavily.

The old man's lips closed tightly, he clasped his hands between his knees with apparent self-repression.
The second Elder who had spoken was he who had once heard Luke Claridge use profane words in the Cloistered House.

Feeling trouble ahead, and liking the young man and his brother Elder, Luke Claridge, John Fairley sought now to take the case into his own hands.
"Thee shall never find a better name, David," he said, "if thee live a hundred years.

It hath served well in England.