“Good morning.”
“Bah! nothing of the kind,” said Uncle Luke, viciously. “There isn’t such a thing.”
“No?” said Leslie, smiling sadly.
“Nothing of the kind. Life’s all a mistake. The world’s a round ball of brambles with a trouble on every thorn. Young Harry has the best of it, after all. Get wet?”
“Yesterday at the funeral? Yes, very.”
“Hah! Saw you were there. Horrible day. Well, good job it’s all over.”
Leslie was silent, and stood watching the old man.
“Something upset you?” he said at last.
“Upset me? Do you think it’s possible for me to go to my brother’s without being upset?”
“No, no. It has been a terrible business for you all.”