‘I’m not conceited—only in my teacher. Mr. Henderson said
I should take as good a place as Robert Fulmort did at Winchester, after four years in that humbugging place at Elverslope.’
‘We can’t go!’ cried Lucilla. ‘It’s the last week of Robin’s holidays!’
‘Well done, Lucy!’ and both Honor and Owen laughed heartily.
‘It is nothing to me,’ said she, tossing her head, ‘only I thought Cousin Honor thought it good for him.’
‘You may stay at home to do him good,’ laughed Owen; ‘I’m sure I don’t want him. You are very welcome, such a bore as he is.’
‘Now, Owen.’
‘Honey dear, I do take my solemn affidavit that I have tried my utmost to be friends with him,’ said Owen; ‘but he is such a fellow—never has the least notion beyond Winchester routine—Latin and Greek, cricket and football.’
‘You’ll soon be a schoolboy yourself,’ said Lucilla.
‘Then I shan’t make such an ass of myself,’ returned Owen.