CHAPTER LII.
BREAKERS.
Lawrence Newt had certainly told the truth of his brother's home.

Mr.
Boniface Newt had become so surly that it was not wise to speak to him.
He came home late, and was angry if dinner were not ready, and cross if it were.

He banged all the doors, and swore at all the chairs.

After dinner he told May not to touch the piano, and begged his wife, for Heaven's sake, to take up some book, and not to sit with an air of imbecile vacancy that was enough to drive a man distracted.

He snarled at the servants, so that they went about the house upon tip-toe and fled his presence, and were constantly going away, causing Mrs.Newt to pass many hours of the week in an Intelligence Office.