"Well," she responded, "it has by degrees become evident to society in general that it can only look at certain matters in a certain way; and if you insist on doing the opposite, you must expect to get into trouble. I'm not sure you don't deserve it, too."
"That," returned Thorne, grimly, "is their idea in England, and I must do them the justice to own that they act up to it. I had, however, expected a little more liberality—from you. Anyway, I'm not in the least sorry for what I've done."
He rose and turned toward his host.
"Hadn't we better get that mower, Farquhar?"
They strolled away, Thorne leading his team, and Mrs. Farquhar laughed.
"Mavy's very young in some respects. I'm almost afraid you have succeeded in setting him off again."
"Is the last remark warranted?"
Mrs. Farquhar nodded.
"He has been sticking to what he probably finds a very uninteresting task with a patience I hardly thought was in him. Just now he's no doubt ready for an outbreak."
"An outbreak?"