She put Mrs.Sandal's breakfast on a small tray, and with this in her hand went up-stairs, leaving Harry and the squire still at the table.
"Charlotte is a bit hurrysome this morning," he said; and Harry making no answer, he seemed suddenly to be struck with his attitude.

He looked curiously at him a moment, and then lapsed into silence.

"Harry wants money." That was his first thought, and he began to calculate how far he was able to meet the want.

Even then, his only bitter reflection was, that Harry should suppose it necessary to be glum about it.

"A cheerful asker is the next thing to a cheerful giver;" and to such musings he filled his pipe, and with a shadow of offence on his large ruddy face went into "the master's room" to smoke.
When kindly good-nature is snubbed, it feels it keenly; and there was a mist of tears in the squire's blue eyes when Harry followed, and he turned them on him.