"I am, Sir Adam, very sincerely yours,
"WILLIAM MOORE.
Sir Adam Andinnian."
The breakfast went on nearly in silence. Mrs. Andinnian was deep in thoughts and plans. Sir Adam, poring over his book while he ate, did not seem to be at all impressed with the importance of having gained a title.
"When shall you start, Adam?"
"Start?" he returned, glancing up. "For Foxwood? Oh, in a day or two."
" In a day or two!" repeated his mother, with surprised emphasis. "Why, what do you mean?"
"Just that, mother."
"You should be off in half an hour. You must, Adam."
"Not I. There's no, need of hurry," he added, with careless good humour.
"But there is need of it," she answered.