But I always understood that your father's relations were as poor as church mice." "Poorer, uncle! His father--my grandfather, that is--was a clergyman with barely enough to live on, and his uncle was a Roman Catholic priest.

Both of them have been dead for years." "And your father--well, I know there was nothing there," Mr.Bullsom remarked, thoughtfully.
"You cabled out the money to bring me home," Mary reminded him.
"Well, well!" Mr.Bullsom declared.

"You must go and see these chaps.
There's no harm in that, at any rate.

We must all have that trip to London.

I expect Brooks will be wanting to go and see Henslow.