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Very good indeed!" Mrs. Lasher was, of course, immensely surprised. "Why! Fancy! And it was only yesterday! Whoever would have expected! I never was more astonished! And tea just ready! How fortunate! Just fancy you meeting the Canon!" The Canon seemed, to Seymour, greatly mellowed by comfort and prosperity; there was even the possibility of corpulence in the not distant future.
Woolstan!" cried one of his sisters, with a shrill laugh. "It's a rule in this house to put the stopper on Jim when he begins to talk about cricket. If we didn't, there'd be no living with him." "Are you a cricketer, Mr. Mr. Lasher?" asked materfamilias, eyeing the visitor curiously. "It's a long time since I played," was the reply, uttered with scarcely veiled contempt. Mrs.
The first thing about him that struck Hugh was his amazing difference from Mr. Lasher. It seemed strange that any two people so different could be in the same house. Mr. Lasher never gleamed or shone, he would not break with however violent an action you dropped him, he would certainly never wear white spats. Hugh liked Mr. Pidgen at once.
"How about Bluff where is he?" "Don't no nuffin' 'bout dat boy; he went off in de mornin' an' ain't kim back." "Just what I feared, fellows," said Frank. "That silly chap has gone hunting up the camp of the Lasher crowd, and like as not got himself in trouble." The announcement of Frank stunned both the others for a moment. "Do you really believe that?" asked Will, uneasily, at length.
All the establishment waited on Georgie next morning, from the tallest six-year-old, "with a mouth like a kid glove, Master Georgie," to the under-keeper strolling carelessly along the horizon, Georgie's pet rod in his hand, and "There's a four-pounder risin' below the lasher. You don't 'ave 'em in Injia, Mast-Major Georgie."
"Let's be honest one with another; that's your line, and you say it ought to be mine. Come now, as man to man, you think me a damnable failure now beg pardon complete failure don't you? Don't be afraid of hurting me. I want to know!" Mr. Lasher was really a kindly man, and when his eyes beheld things there were of course many things that they never beheld he would do his best to help anybody.
He was, indeed, a proper Canon. "And who," said Seymour, "has Clinton St. Mary now?" "One of the Trenchards," said Mr. Lasher. "As you know, a very famous old Glebeshire family. There are some younger cousins of the Garth Trenchards, I believe. You know of the Trenchards of Garth? No? Ah, very delightful people. You should know them.
"It's a pity you don't care about porridge. You must learn to like it." "It's a pity you can't even make a little progress with your mathematics." "It's a pity you told me a lie because " "It's a pity you were rude to Mrs. Lasher. No gentleman " "It's a pity you weren't attending when " Mr.
After Scotland the air smelt heavy and flat, but infinitely sweet, for the limes and chestnuts and lilac bushes were domes of blossom. Presently I came to a bridge, below which a clear slow stream flowed between snowy beds of water-buttercups. A little above it was a mill; and the lasher made a pleasant cool sound in the scented dusk. Somehow the place soothed me and put me at my ease.
"Well," said Jem, with exaggerated nonchalance, "I am afraid I should never be fit for anything else." Whereat Lasher laughed and touched his hat. He made it a rule to salute a joke in that manner, either from a general respect for humour, or looking at it in the light of a mental gratuity offered by his betters.
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