All babies are like that at first." "His eyes are so old, so grave." "He's a jolly little fellow, Your Grace." "He's very little trouble, isn't he ?" "Less trouble than any baby I've ever had to do with.

Got His Grace's happy temperament, if I may say so." "Yes," the mother laughed.

She crossed over to the window and looked down.

"That poor woman singing down there.

How awful! He'll be going down to Crole very shortly, Roberts.