But directly, with a little capable air of setting her wits to work, she would have found an explanation.

"Of course, it was such a surprise for these boys to find any sort of welcome here.

And I suppose they are homesick.

I suppose everybody must be always just a little homesick." She was always sorry for homesick people.
Born in the country, as his father before him, spare and tall, with a flaming moustache, a neat chin, clear blue eyes, auburn hair, and a thin, fresh, red face, Charles Gould looked like a new arrival from over the sea.

His grandfather had fought in the cause of independence under Bolivar, in that famous English legion which on the battlefield of Carabobo had been saluted by the great Liberator as Saviours of his country.