Whether Uncle Loveday ever had that meal I do not know to this day, for whilst it was being prepared I saw him get into the little carriage and drive off towards Lantrig.

I was told that I could not go until I had eaten; and so with a sore heart, but no thought of disobedience, I turned to breakfast.
The meal had scarcely begun when the door opened and Master Thomas Loveday sauntered into the room.

Master Thomas Loveday, a youth of some eight summers, was, in default of a home of his own, quartered permanently upon my uncle, whose brother's son he was.

His early days had been spent in India.

After, however, both father and mother had succumbed to the climate of Madras, he was sent home to England, and had taken root in Lizard Town.