"Wait and watch," answered Mrs. Huxam. "Time will show why my Thomas was called to save that man. It won't be hid from this generation."
Barlow guided the conversation into cheerfuller channels and praised the sucking-pig; but he declined the decanter of brown sherry.
"All water drinkers," he said.
"Same here," answered Jacob. "I only bought it on your account."
Mr. Huxam regarded the wine without condemnation.
"Very good to go with such a rare dish," he admitted, "but my family were never much addicted to it, and Pulleyblanks were famous teetotallers always—though great on tea."
"I don't remember that we were great on tea," said Judith. "Who was great on tea, Barlow?"
Mr. Huxam never argued with his wife.
"I'm mistook then," he answered. "I had a fancy your grandmother doted on it, but no doubt I'm wrong."
"She liked the old herby tea made of marjoram," answered Mrs. Huxam.