"Eh!" exclaimed Humphrey, starting, "were you speaking to me? What did you say, Miles?"
"It was about the glass, Humphie; I said we should like so much to see what Fardie is doing in London sometimes."
"Oh, wouldn't it be fun!" said Humphrey, seating himself by his brother; "sometimes we should see him in his club, and sometimes in a Hansom cab, and sometimes we should see you making a speech in the House of Parliament, shouldn't we, father, with your arm out, and a great sheet all round you, like the statue of Mr. Pitt down-stairs?"
Sir Everard laughed.
"Not very often," I think.
"How should we see you, Fardie?"
"I'm afraid, if you looked late in the evening, you would often see me so," he answered, folding his arms, and shutting his eyes.
"What, asleep!" exclaimed the children.
"Fast asleep," returned their father.