CHAPTER VI.
"Henry," said Mrs.Roughsedge to her husband, "I think it would do you good to walk to Beechcote." "No, my dear, no! I have many proofs to get through before dinner.

Take Hugh.

Only--" Dr.Roughsedge, smiling, held up a beckoning finger.

His wife approached.
"Don't let him fall in love with that young woman.

It's no good." "Well, she must marry somebody, Henry." "Big fishes mate with big fishes--minnows with minnows." "Don't run down your own son, sir.