"I thought so," said Bradstock. "Now the catalogue is complete."
"Lord Bramber!" cried the others. Penelope stood in the centre of the great hall as if she were turned to marble. But no marble ever had so sweet a colour.
THE EARL OF PULBOROUGH. Clever; but indolent
"I believe it is now the Earl of Pulborough," said Bradstock, gravely, to the newcomer.
"Yes," he replied. "Penelope, you sent for me?"
Pen fell upon his neck before them all and did not deny it.
And, as they stood still in great amazement, Bob danced the baby up and down till that young gentleman made up his mind to roar as soon as he got his breath.
"This—this is Lord Bramber," howled Bob, triumphantly. "Now admit you feel sorry you spoke, granny!"
He gave the baby to the nurse, and grabbed Goby by the arm.