He, indeed, had been too much occupied in caring for his guests to pay special attention to one of them. His mother had looked after him again and again with eyes brimful of pride and of commendation of the way he was acquitting himself.
Even Mrs. Foster said to her husband, who had now arrived:
"Do you see that? Who would have expected as much from a raw, green country boy?"
"But, my dear, don't you see? The secret of it is that he's not thinking of himself at all. He's only anxious his friends should have a good time."
"That's it; but then that too is a very rare thing in a boy of his age."
"Dabney!" exclaimed the lawyer in a louder tone of voice.
"Good-evening, Mr. Foster. I'm glad you've found room. The house isn't half large enough."
"I understand your ponies ran away with you to-day?"
"They did come home in a hurry; but nobody was hurt."
"I fear there would have been, but for you. Do you start for Grantley with the other boys to-morrow?"