"Both sides, Sir," answered Harry.
"Well, I am glad the Tories got a bit of it." chuckled Squire Passmore.
"There are gentlemen on the other side, Sir, I think," hinted Harry quietly.
"Nothing but rogues on the other side, my lad," said his father. "Why, how could they be on the other side if they weren't rogues?"
"Why, Father!" said Lucy, who could take more liberties with that gentleman than any one else, and knew it; "you don't think everybody wrong who isn't on the same side as you?"
"There can be only one right side," said the Squire, as evasively as oracularly. "I am on it because 'tis right."
"Well, my politics," said Charley, yawning, "are that 'tis right because I'm on it."
A piece of exalted egotism which provoked universal laughter.
"I met in London with a rather pleasant fellow," remarked Harry, "who told me he had been at Ashcliffe, and had the honor, quoth he, of dining with you. A man of the name of Stevens."
"Ob, aye! a painter," said the Squire.