It was a wretched work to Roger.

He was forced to go upstairs and fetch a key in order that he might wait upon this cub,--this cur! He did it, however, and the cub drank his brandy-and-water, not in the least disturbed by his host's ill-humour.

As he went to bed he suggested the probability of his not showing himself till lunch on the following day, and expressed a wish that he might have breakfast sent to him in bed.

'He is born to be hung,' said Roger to himself as he went to his room,--'and he'll deserve it.' On the following morning, being Sunday, they all went to church,--except Felix.

Lady Carbury always went to church when she was in the country, never when she was at home in London.