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Faith, when it is sincere, is always catching; and I have imparted this faith, more or less thoroughly, to all Canadian statesmen with whom I have been in official relationship since 1848, and to all intelligent Englishmen with whom I have come in contact since 1850 as witness Lord Wharncliffe, Waldegrave, Tremenheere, &c. &c.
"There is no way of taking leave unless you wish to get the key of the street," he retorted with a laugh. "And what takes you to Rangoon?" "A post in a big mercantile house. I've to thank Mr. Tremenheere: I owe it to his interest it's a splendid chance for me." "Well, I'm sure you deserve it, my dear boy, if ever anyone did. You don't ask why I am on the high seas.
He raised his eyes as Douglas entered, and said: "Hullo, that you, Shafto? I have something to say to you. How would you like a little promotion?" "Very much indeed, sir," he replied after a moment's hesitation due to amazement. "You've been over four years with us as correspondence clerk?" "Yes, sir." "I believe you know Mr. Tremenheere?" "Yes." "So do I. He has called here to see me about you.
"'Umph! Well, let me tell you this you are in the black books at home. I hear you refuse all invitations and make monstrous excuses." "You know I'd love to go down to 'Tremenheere, but how can I? My time is not my own, and I only got a week's holiday in August and three days at Christmas. There's nothing to tell about my career let's hear yours?"
She became restless and quarrelsome, had a coolness with the vicarage regarding a pew, with Mrs. Tremenheere at the Park about a housemaid, and actually cut Mrs. General Finch "dead" in the village post office, owing to a mislaid visiting-card.
Many months later, on a clear February night, Shafto and Tremenheere stood together outside Headquarters, "somewhere in France," anxiously observing the signs in the sky.
Tremenheere, who had traveled in America and had written on the subject of education in our country; and Mr. Herbert Coleridge, the gifted son of Sara Coleridge young man of the highest promise, who had taken a double first-class at Oxford.
Malone, Mr. Hutton, and the Tremenheeres. Captain Tremenheere supported his friend as best man. One specially bidden guest was absent from the gathering. He lay beneath a black wooden cross, near by to Guinchy, where gallant Irish regiments had immortalised their colours. Alas! Sergeant-Major Michael Ryan was among the missing.
One day in the Strand at luncheon hour, Shafto came face to face with his old friend Geoffrey Tremenheere, looking bronzed, splendidly fit, and independent as a prince. "Hallo, Douglas!" he exclaimed. "Well, if this isn't a piece of luck! How are you, old man?" "AH right and you?" "I arrived from India yesterday and go up to Scotland to-night the family are all on the moors.
But week by week Douglas came to see that it was to this particular class he now belonged. These were his nearest relatives, and he told himself that he must endeavour to accommodate himself to circumstances and them; otherwise he was a snob, a beastly snob! His first Christmas holidays had been spent at "Tremenheere," where he had received a heart-warming welcome.
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