“Oh,” said Uncle James in a tone of relief; and then he began to moan softly again, and moved toward the chair.
“Won’t you stop for a bit, and chat with Sam?” said Uncle Richard.
“Eh? Yes, if you like,” said his brother, hanging upon him feebly. “But it doesn’t much matter now.”
“Oh yes, it does, Jem, a good deal. Here, Sam, my lad, try and cheer your father up with what news you have of his business.”
“All right, uncle; but I say, you’ve got a pretty place here.”
“Glad you like it, my lad.”
“But I say, uncle, I haven’t had my breakfast. Started off so early.”
“I dare say something is being got ready for you,” replied his uncle, smiling. “My housekeeper is very thoughtful.”
Click! came from through the dining-room window.
“That sounds very much like the coffee-pot lid,” continued Uncle Richard. “Take your cousin in, Tom. I’ll lead your uncle round the garden while Sam has his breakfast, and then they can have their chat.”