Remember that." Hugh, did remember it and would have liked very much to be as strong as possible, but whenever he tried feats of strength he failed and looked foolish.
"My dear boy, _that's_ not the way to do it," said Mr.Lasher; "it's a pity that you don't listen to what I tell you." II A very remarkable fact about Mr.Lasher was this--that he paid no attention whatever to the county in which he lived.

Now there are certain counties in England where it is possible to say, "I am in England," and to leave it at that; their quality is simply English with no more individual personality.

But Glebeshire has such an individuality, whether for good or evil, that it forces comment from the most sluggish and inattentive of human beings.

Mr.Lasher was perhaps the only soul, living or dead, who succeeded in living in it during forty years (he is still there, he is a Canon now in Polchester) and never saying anything about it.

When on his visits to London people inquired his opinion of Glebeshire, he would say: "Ah well!...