“Did you laugh, father?” asked Lionel.
The Squire was scandalised.
“Laugh, sir? Laugh in God’s House! Certainly not, but I fairly split my sides in the churchyard.”
As soon as Lady Pomfret left the dining-room, the Squire said briskly:
“Another glass of wine, Lionel? It won’t hurt you, my boy,” and he pushed the decanter across the table.
“Thanks, no.” He hesitated, flushed, and plunged.
“The truth is, sir, I do need Dutch courage. But with your permission I’ll drink another glass of wine after I’ve told you something.”
The Squire whacked the table.
“Damn it all!” he roared. “Have you told me a lie? Are you in love?”
“No,” said Lionel.