“Oh no, no!”
“Go back to the beginning. See how you came to this.”
As he waited for an answer, Hal mumbled out after some time, “You said we need not go to church on a week-day.”
“Well, what of that?”
“I didn’t go in case the telegraph should come.”
“There are different ways of thinking,” said his father. “Church was the only place where I could have gone that St. Barnabas’ Day.”
“I would have gone,” said the self-contradictory Henry, “only the Grevilles are always at one for being like a girl.”
“Ha! now we see daylight!” said the Captain.
“‘The Grevilles are at one,’—that’s more like getting to the bottom of it.”
“Yes, Papa,” said Hal, glad to make himself out a victim to circumstance; “you can’t think what a pair of fellows those are for not letting one alone; Purday says they haven’t as much conscience between them as a pigeon’s egg has meat; and going down to Mr. Carey’s with them every day, they let one have no peace.”