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Updated: June 22, 2025
It was to be the real thing this time; the stern reality of what he and Valentine had so often pictured and played at far away in the peaceful old house at Brenlands.
He shook hands languidly with Valentine and the two girls, but greeted Jack with a cool stare, which the latter returned with interest. Grenford Manor was very different from Brenlands. Aunt Isabel was fussy and querulous, while Mr. Fosberton was a very ponderous gentlemen in more senses than one.
You've always been a good friend to me ever since I came here." "I'm sorry to think you're going at all," returned the other. "I can't help feeling awfully mad with Raymond." "Yes," answered Jack, "it wasn't all my fault; but there, it's just my luck. The guv'nor'll be in a fine wax; but I don't care. Only one thing I'm sorry for, and that is that this'll be my last holidays at Brenlands."
In spite of all that he had just passed through, Jack's thoughts were not fixed upon the fighting or dearly-won victory. "O Val!" he blurted out, "I've found that watch the one that was stolen at Brenlands!" In a few hurried sentences he described the conversation he had overheard, and the discovery of the timepiece in the dead lieutenant's pocket.
It was, on the whole, a very different display from the breakfast-table at Brenlands; and perhaps it was this very thought that crossed the young man's mind as he turned and dug viciously at the salt, which had caked nearly into a solid block.
Queen Mab went on shelling her peas, and Jack remained perched on the end of the table, quite content to continue watching her nimble fingers and sweet, restful face. It certainly was jolly to be back again at Brenlands.
"Oh, he's a lazy blackguard called Ned Hanks; he's always poaching and getting drunk. He never does any work, except now and then he collects rags and bones, and sells them in Melchester." "How does he know you?" "He lives close to Grenford, and every one knows me there." "But how does he know us?" "I can't say. Haven't you ever seen him at Brenlands?" "No, never."
I should like, don't you know, to feel I'm one of your family." "So you are," answered Queen Mab, kissing him. "So you are, and always will be my own boy Jack!" "'You are exceedingly ugly, said the wild ducks." The Ugly Duckling. School was a great change after Brenlands.
By-the-bye," he continued, "aren't you afraid of having it stolen? I shouldn't keep it in that cupboard, it I were you. You are certain to get it stolen some day." "Oh, we don't have any thieves at Brenlands," answered his aunt, smiling. "I've a jolly good mind to steal it myself," said Jack; "or it you like, aunt, I'll exchange."
During the remainder of the day Raymond kept to himself, and though, after tea, he condescended to take part in some of the usual indoor games, he did it in so ungracious a manner as to spoil the pleasure of the other players. Somehow the last day or so did not seem at all like the usual happy times at Brenlands.
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