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"Yes," said John, humbly. "And this is his son?" He glanced at the label on the new portmanteau. "Whose son should he be?" said Scaife. "Well, it's queer. Dukes and dukes' sons come to Harrow all the Hamiltons were here, and the FitzRoys, and the St. Maurs but the Kinlochs, as I say, have gone to Eton. It's a rum thing very. And why the deuce hasn't he turned up?"
This luncheon was eaten on the top of the duke's coach, and it happened that the next coach but one belonged to Scaife's father. John could just see Scaife's handsome head, and Caesar sitting beside him. The boys nodded to each other, and the Etonians asked questions. At the name of Scaife, however, the young Kinlochs curled contemptuous lips.
The Duffer, who had got his Flannels at the last moment, came up and joined John and the Caterpillar. "The Manor's well to the front," said the Caterpillar. "By Jove! I never thought to see Fluff in the Eleven." "Fluff came on tremendously this term," the Duffer replied. "Of course the Kinlochs are a cricketing family." "Good joke the brothers playing against each other," said John.
The great name of Kinloch was new to him, not new to Scaife, who, for a boy, knew his "Burke" too odiously well. "Why shouldn't his people send him here?" he asked. "Because," Scaife's tone was contemptuous, "because the Kinlochs they're a great cricketing family go to Eton. The duke must nave some reason." "The duke?" "Hang it, surely you have heard of the Duke of Trent?"
Alexander William Kinglake was descended from an old Scottish stock, the Kinlochs, who migrated to England with King James, and whose name was Anglicized into Kinglake.
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