Well, it cannot be helped, and it does not make much difference after all.
"There will be no fuss when I get there I hope, Norton," he went on, as he took his place, and Lechmere climbed up into the seat behind.
"Well, sir," the agent said, apologetically, "there is an arch or two.

You see, the tenants wanted to do the thing properly, and the school children will be on the lawn, and there are going to be some bonfires in the evening, and they have got a big box of fireworks down from London.

Why, sir, it would be strange if they did not give you a welcome after going through all that, and being wounded three times and getting so much credit.

Why, it wouldn't be English, sir." "I suppose it's all right," Mallett said, resignedly; "and, indeed, Norton, one cannot help being pleased at seeing one's tenants glad to have one home again." In half-an-hour's drive they arrived at the boundary of the estate.
Here an arch had been erected, and a score of the tenants and tenants' sons, assembled on horseback, gave a loud cheer as the carriage drove up, and as it died away one shouted: "Why, that is George Lechmere behind.

Give him a cheer, too!" and again a hearty shout went up.
The carriage stopped, and Major Mallett said a few words, thanking them heartily for the welcome they had given him, and assuring them what pleasure it was to him to be back again.
"I thank you, also," he concluded, "for the cheer that you have given to my faithful comrade and friend, George Lechmere.