"It'll take a powerful number of people to fill it," said Rob, with awe.
"I shall have a lot of friends to stay with me, of course, and then I shall marry; men always do that, don't they?"
"I b'lieve they mostly does," was the grave reply.
"And won't you like to come and live with me here?"
"That I should."
"Well," said Dudley, from a few paces behind; "if you're going to travel, you won't use your house much, Roy. If Rob is going to be your follower, I'll come and live here when you're abroad, and when you come home, I'll go away."
"No you won't, you know we shall want you too."
And seeing the frown on Dudley's face, Roy turned back and linked his arm in his. "Look here," he added, "Rob shall be your follower as well as mine, and we will all go out to look for a new country together, and when we've found it, we will come back and have a jolly time in this old house."
"I shall have to work for my living," Dudley replied, gruffly.
"Yes. I was thinking," and the earnest look came into Roy's eyes as he spoke; "I was thinking this morning, I mustn't just live as I like to live when I grow up. There will be an awful lot to be done. Old Principle was telling me the other day that the reason some people are overworked is because other people don't work enough, and an idle man puts his burden of work on other people's backs."