“Ha!” ejaculated Aunt Dinah, with scorn.
“I spoke to him but once in my life—when Sir Richard came to Cambridge, and he and Winston called on Dr. Sprague, who presented me to my uncle,” and William laughed.
“Well?”
“Well, he gave me two fingers to shake, and that sort of thing, and he said, ‘Winston, here’s your cousin,’ and just took my hand, with a sort of slight bow.”
“A bow! Well—a first cousin, and a bow!”
“Yes, and he pretended not to know me next day at cricket. I wish he was anywhere else, or that no one knew we were connected.”
“Well, never mind. They’ll be of use—of immense use to you. I’ll tell you how,” said Aunt Dinah, nodding resolutely to William.
CHAPTER XIX.
DEBATE