“You saw him act?”
“Yes, he seems getting on very well. The Herefords knew something of Mr. Macneillie and they breakfasted with us sometimes. He has been very kind to Ralph.”
“Well I’m glad the boy has fallen on his feet,” said Sir Matthew. “I suppose there was a touch of genius about him, but he was not the least fit for the Indian Civil Service. Are you staying at Zermatt much longer?” he added, turning to young Dick Lewisham who was still one of the group.
“I am leaving to-morrow,” he replied, “and shall get on as far as Villeneuve, I think.”
“Ah yes, a charming hotel there,” said Sir Matthew, “and the lake in September is delightful.”
Having comfortably disposed of Mr. Lewisham in this fashion he was far from pleased when on the morning after their arrival at Glion he encountered him in the garden of the Rigi Vaudois.
“It was so abominably hot down below,” said Dick Lewisham cheerfully, “I was obliged to come on here.”
“I should advise you to go on still higher to Mont Caux,” said Sir Matthew. “It is a magnificent hotel up there.”
“Thanks, but this is more handy, and I like the look of the place.”
“You’ll find it over-crowded,” said Sir Matthew, “we should not have got rooms unless we had ordered them beforehand.”