'No. I'm all right,' said Aylmer. 'I'm never ill. I think, Soames, I shall probably die of middle age.'
He went out laughing, leaving the valet smiling coldly out of politeness.
* * * * *
Soames never understood any kind of jest. He took himself and everyone else seriously. But he already knew perfectly well that his master had fallen in love last night, and he disapproved very strongly. He thought all that sort of thing ought to be put a stop to.
CHAPTER VIII
Archie's Essay
'Mrs Ottley,' said Miss Townsend,' do you mind looking at this essay of Archie's? I really don't know what to think of it. I think it shows talent, except the spelling. But it's very naughty of him to have written what is at the end.'
Edith took the paper and read:
'TRAYS OF CHARACTER
trays of character will always show threw how ever much you may polish it up trays of character will always show threw the grane of the wood.