"So you do—so you do."
He looked away, where Daniel stood by himself with his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the river.
"A great responsibility for one so young; but he will rise to it."
"D'you mean his brother, or the Mill?"
"Both," answered Ernest Churchouse. "Both."
Mrs. Dinnett came down the garden.
"The mourning coach is at the door," she said.
"Daniel insisted that we went home in a mourning coach," explained Miss
Ironsyde. "He felt the funeral was not ended until we returned home.
That shows imagination, so you can't say he hasn't got any."
"You can never say anybody hasn't got anything," declared Mr. Churchouse. "Human nature defeats all calculations. The wisest only generalise about it."