"Glad to see you looking so fit," he remarked. "They did us a bit too
well down at Bristow, I thought. It's all very well for you children,"
he continued, with a smile, "but when a man gets to my time of life he
misses a night's rest."

She smiled.

"You don't call yourself old, Sir Leslie!" she remarked.

"Well, I'm not young, although I like to think I am," he answered. "I'm
afraid there's pretty nearly a generation between us, Miss Clara. By the
bye, where's your uncle this morning?"

"Getting up," she answered. "He did not go to bed until after five,
Perkins tells me. He brought some one home with him from Dorchester's
reception, or some one he picked up afterwards, and they seem to have sat
up talking all night."

Borrowdean was interested.

"You have no idea who it was, I suppose?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"None at all. Perkins had never seen him before. When do you poor
creatures get your holiday, Sir Leslie?"

He smiled.

"The session will be over in about three weeks," he answered, "unless we