He had been sent over to the home of Mr.Thorpe's son for an important bit of information, and he supplied it by almost shouting as he burst into the library: "It's a fine boy, sir,--a splendid ten- pounder, sir." But Mr.Thorpe, instead of accepting the good news gladly, spoiled everything by anxiously inquiring, "And how is the poor little mother getting along ?"--a question which caused Wade grave annoyance, for he had to reply: "I'm sorry, sir, but she's not expected to live the hour out." All of which goes to show that Mr.Thorpe never regarded any news as good without first satisfying himself that it wasn't bad.
"I have the automobile outside, sir," went on Wade, "and I am to look after your luggage." "Thank you, Wade.

If you'll just grab these bags and help the porter out to the car with them, I'll be greatly obliged.

And then you may drop me at the Wolcott.

I shall stop there for a few days, until I get my bearings." Wade coughed insinuatingly.

"Beg pardon, sir, but I was to fetch you straight home." "Do you mean to my grandfather's ?" demanded the young man sharply.
"Yes, sir.