Norman had said of him, he was no fool. His education had not
been good, and he had done nothing by subsequent reading to make
up for this deficiency; but he was well endowed with mother-wit,
and owed none of his deficiencies to nature's churlishness.

He came, and was well received. The girls thought he would surely
get drunk before he left the table, and Mrs. Wood ward feared the
austere precision of her parlourmaid might be offended by some
unworthy familiarity; but no accident of either kind seemed to
occur. He came to the tea-table perfectly sober, and, as far as
Mrs. Woodward could tell, was unaware of the presence of the
parlour-maiden.

On the Sunday morning, Charley went to church, just like a
Christian. Now Mrs. Woodward certainly had expected that he would
have spent those two hours in smoking and attacking the parlour-
maid. He went to church, however, and seemed in no whit astray
there; stood up when others stood up, and sat down when others
sat down. After all, the infernal navvies, bad as they doubtless
were, knew something of the recognized manners of civilized life.

Thus Charley Tudor ingratiated himself at Surbiton Cottage, and
when he left, received a kind intimation from its mistress that
she would be glad to see him again. No day was fixed, and so
Charley could not accompany his cousin and Harry Norman on the
next Saturday; but it was not long before he got another direct
invitation, and so he also became intimate at Hampton. There
could be no danger of any one falling in love with him, for Katie
was still a child.