He addressed Avery.
"The Evesham crest, Mrs.Denys, is a gentleman with horns and hoofs and under him the one expressive word, _'Cave.'_ Excellent advice, is it not?
I think we should do well to follow it." He turned the envelope over, and studied the address.

"What a curious style of writing the young man has, unrestrained to a degree! This looks as if it had been written in a desperate mood.

Mrs.Denys, Mrs.Denys, what have you been doing ?" He began to laugh, but stopped abruptly as Julian, who was seated near him, with a sudden, clumsy movement, upset a stream of cocoa across the breakfast-table.

This created an instant diversion.

Mr.Lorimer turned upon him vindictively, and soundly smacked his head, Mrs.Lorimer covered her face and wept, and Avery, with Gracie close behind, hurried to remedy the disaster.
Ranald came to help her in his quiet, gentlemanly way, dabbing up the thick brown stream with his table-napkin.