And then I've such a lot of mouths to feed.

I can't think what the plague such a tribe of children come for.

Nobody wants 'em." The traveller laughed; but put no further questions.

Remembering somewhat of Mr.Jones's propensity in the old days, he thought perhaps something besides children and opposition had had to do with the downfall.

He stood for a moment looking at the station which had not been completed when he last saw it--and a very pretty station it was, surrounded by its gay flowerbeds--and then went down the road.
"I suppose he is one of the Hartledon family, Jones ?" said the station-master, looking after him.
"He's the earl's brother," replied Mr.Jones, relapsing into sulkiness.
"There's only them two left; t'other died.