He will never dine again in South Street.

I promise you that." With such discourses the Major entertained his nephew, as he paced the terrace in front of the house for his two hours' constitutional walk, or as they sate together after dinner over their wine.

He grieved that Sir Francis Clavering had not come down to the park, to live in it since his marriage, and to make a society for the neighbourhood.

He mourned that Lord Eyrie was not in the country, that he might take Pen and present him to his lordship.

"He has daughters," the Major said.