"I think I shall like her," thought Walter, suffering his glance to rest for a moment on her mild, placid features; "she is evidently quite superior to her husband."
"Joshua, come here and welcome Mr. Conrad," said his father.
Joshua came forward awkwardly, and held out his hand with the stiffness of a pump-handle.
"How dy do?" he said. "Just come?"
"Yes," said Walter, accepting the hand, and shaking it slightly.
"Are you tired with your journey, Mr. Conrad?" asked Mrs. Drummond. "Perhaps you would like to be shown to your room."
"Thank you," said Walter. "I will go up for a few minutes."
"Where are you going to put our young friend, Mrs. Drummond?"
"In the spare chamber."