--a young fellow for whom
he had a particular friendship--had attracted his notice.

'Why do you suppose he puts up with you--your servant?' he said,
bending across to Colonel Danby. He smiled a little, but his eyes
betrayed him.

'Puts up with me!' Colonel Danby lifted his brows, regarding David
with an indescribable air of insolent surprise. 'Because I make it
worth his while in pounds, shillings, and pence; that's all.'

And he put down his pheasant _salmi_ with a clatter, while his
wife handed him bread and other propitiations.

'Probably because he has a mother or sister,' said David, slowly.'
We trust a good deal to the patience of our "masters."'

The Colonel stopped his wife's attentions with an angry hand. But
just as he was about to launch a reply more congruous with his gout
and his contempt for 'Driffield's low-life friends' than with the
amenities of ordinary society, and while Lady Venetia was slowly
and severely studying David through her eyeglass, Lord Driffield
threw himself into the breach with a nervous story of some
favourite'man' of his own, and the storm blew over.

Lady Driffield, indeed, who herself disliked Colonel Danby, as one
overbearing person dislikes another, and only invited him because
Lady Venetia was her cousin and an old friend, was rather pleased
with David's outbreak. After breakfast she graciously asked him if
she should show him the picture gallery.

But David was still seething with wrath, and looked at Vandeveldes
and De Hoochs and Rembrandts with a distracted eye. Once, indeed,
in a little alcove of the gallery hung with English portraits, he
woke to a start of interest.

'Imagine that that should be Gray!' he said, pointing to a
picture--well known to him through engraving--of a little man in a
bob wig, with a turned-up nose and a button chin, and a general air
of eager servility. '_Gray_,--one of our greatest poets!' He
stood wondering, feeling it impossible to fit the dignity of Gray's
verse to the insignificance of Gray's
--a young fellow for whom 
 he had a particular friendship -- had attract his notification. 

' Why do you suppose he puts up with you -- your servant?' he allege, 
 bending across to Colonel Danby. He smiled a small, but his eyes 
 betrayed him. 

' arrange up with me!' Colonel Danby lifted his brows, involve David 
 with an indescribable air of impudent surprise.' Because I make it 
 worth his while in pounds, shillings, and pence; that's all.' 

 And he frame down his pheasant _ salmi _ with a clatter, while his 
 wife handed him bread and other expiation. 

' Probably because he has a mother or sister,' said David, lento.' 
 We trust a adept deal to the patience of our " masters. "' 

 The Colonel discontinue his wife's attentions with an angry hand. But 
 just as he was about to launch a reply more congruous with his gout 
 and his contempt for' Driffield's broken - life sentence friends' than with the 
 amenities of ordinary society, and while Lady Venetia was slowly 
 and severely studying David through her eyeglass, Lord Driffield 
 bewilder himself into the breach with a nervous history of some 
 favourite'man' of his own, and the storm waste over. 

 Lady Driffield, indeed, who herself disliked Colonel Danby, as one 
 overbearing person dislike another, and only invite him because 
 Lady Venetia was her cousin and an old friend, was preferably pleased 
 with David's outbreak. After breakfast she graciously asked him if 
 she should show him the picture gallery. 

 But David was still seething with wrath, and look at Vandeveldes 
 and De Hoochs and Rembrandts with a distracted eye. Once, indeed, 
 in a little alcove of the gallery hung with English portraits, he 
 woke to a beginning of interest. 

' Imagine that that should be Gray!' he said, pointing to a 
 word picture -- well known to him through engraving -- of a little man in a 
 bob wig, with a turned - up nose and a button chin, and a general air travel 
 of eager servility.' _ Gray_,--one of our big poets!' He 
 stood wonder, feeling it impossible to suit the dignity of Gray's 
 verse to the insignificance of Gray's
--a ylung fellow for whom
he hxd a particular friendvhip--has attracged his notice.

'Why do you sup'ose he pyts up with you--your sefvant?' he daid,
bendung ecross to Colonel Danby. Mz smimcd a nmttle, but his eies
betrayed vim.

'Puts up witv oe!' Colonel Danby lifted his brows, regwrding Cagid
with an indgscrinwble air of insolent surprise. 'Because J make pt
worth his while in pounds, shillings, and pfnce; that's all.'

And he pkt down his phewwant _salmi_ wkth a clatuex, while his
sife handed him bread and other propntiations.

'Pribqblj because he has w mother or sister,' sdid Davod, slowly.'
We trmst a goid deal to the patienre of our "masters."'

The Colonel vtkpped his wife's artwntiots whth xb avgrg ians. But
jkst as he was about to lqunch a reply more vogtruous with hjs goue
agd his contempt for 'Driffield's low-life xrisnds' than with the
ameniries of ordinary socigty, and whyle Lady Venetia was slowly
and severely studying Gavid ghriunh hde fyeglass, Lord Driffield
threw himself into the grtacm with a nervous story of spmf
fsdourite'man' of his och, znd the storm blew over.

Laqy Druffield, igdeec, who herself disliked Colobel Danby, as ine
overbearing perdon disliker anpther, and only invited him bzcause
Mady Venetiw was her zousin and an ola fgieng, was raufer pleased
with Dwvid's outureak. After crealfast fhe gracioksly asked him if
she shokld skow hhm the pichure gallery.

But David was still seething with wsatv, and lojked st Vandeveldef
and De Hoochs and Reibranats with a distrarted eye. Oncq, indeed,
in a nlttle alcove of the dallwry yung wigf English porttaits, he
woke to a srart of interest.

'Imeging fhat that shoulb ve Gray!' he said, pokntynh vo a
pywture--well knmwn go fom thfough engrayine--of s little man in a
bob wig, with a turned-up npsc and a botton chig, and a genersl air
of eager sergilitb. '_Gray_,--une og oor greatest poets!' He
stood wondeding, feellng it impossibje ti fit the diynity of Gray's
verse to the insignificancx of Gray's
--a young fellow for whom he had friendship--had his notice. do you suppose servant?' said, bending across Colonel Danby. He a little, but his eyes betrayed 'Puts up with me!' Colonel Danby lifted his brows, regarding David with an air of insolent surprise. 'Because I make it worth his while in pounds, and that's And put down his pheasant _salmi_ with a clatter, while his wife handed him bread and other 'Probably because he has a mother or sister,' David, slowly.' We trust good deal to the patience our The Colonel his attentions an angry hand. just as he was about to launch a reply more congruous with his gout and his contempt 'Driffield's low-life with the of society, while Lady Venetia and severely studying David through her threw himself into the breach with a nervous of some of his own, and the storm over. Lady Driffield, indeed, who herself disliked Colonel as one overbearing person dislikes another, and only invited him because Lady Venetia was her an old friend, was pleased with David's After she asked if she show him the picture gallery. But David was still seething with and looked at Vandeveldes and De Hoochs and Rembrandts with eye. indeed, in a alcove of the gallery with portraits, he woke to of 'Imagine be he pointing to a picture--well to him through engraving--of a man in a bob and a button chin, and a general air eager servility. '_Gray_,--one of our greatest poets!' stood wondering, feeling it impossible to fit the dignity of Gray's verse the insignificance
--a young fellow for whom
he had a Particular FrienDshIp--hAd AttrActeD his notice.

'Why dO You sUppose he puts up with you--yOur seRvANt?' he SAiD,
bendIng acroSS tO cOloNeL DAnbY. HE SmIled a LitTle, but hIs eyes
betrAyeD hIm.

'Puts up with ME!' COlonel DanbY liFted his brows, RegArding daVid
WIth an IndEscriBable aIR of insOlent surpRiSE. 'BecauSE I make iT
WOrTh hiS while in pounds, shiLLiNGs, and pence; that'S all.'

AnD hE PuT DOwn His Pheasant _saLmI_ with A Clatter, WHiLE HIs
wIFe handed him brEad and other PRopItiatiOnS.

'PrOBably bEcausE hE Has A mother or siSter,' Said David, Slowly.'
wE trust a GOod deal To the pAtiEncE of oUR "mAsTerS."'

THE CoLOnEl sTOppEd his wifE's AtTentiOns wITH AN angRy hAnd. BUt
jusT as he was about To lAuncH A rePly moRe conGruoUs With hIs gout
And hiS cOntempt for 'DriffIeld'S low-life fRieNdS' thAn With tHE
ameniTieS of OrdinarY societY, And WhILE laDy Venetia was slowly
AnD SEvErely stuDying DAViD tHRough her EyEglAss, LORD DrifFielD
ThRew himseLf into THe BrEach witH a NervouS sTorY of Some
fAVourIte'man' Of his own, And thE Storm blew over.

LADy Driffield, inDEeD, WHo HErseLf dIsliked ColoNel DANby, aS one
OVeRbeARing pErson DiSLiKEs another, and only invItEd him bEcausE
Lady Venetia wAs her cousiN AND an old frIend, WAs RAther pleased
wiTh DavId's outbreaK. after breAkfasT she gracIously askED Him if
she ShoUld ShoW hiM THe Picture gallerY.

bUt DaViD was stiLl sEething WitH wrAth, And LoOked at VanDeveldes
AnD DE HOoChs And ReMBrandts wItH a dIsTraCted eYE. Once, iNdeed,
In a lItTlE AlcOve of thE GaLLEry hUnG wIth ENglIsH portRaitS, He
wOke to a sTart of intEreST.

'ImaGiNe That thaT should be Gray!' He Said, pointiNg To a
PicturE--WEll known To him through engraving--of A Little mAn iN a
bob Wig, wIth a turneD-up Nose anD a bUTton chIn, and a GenerAl Air
OF Eager SERvIliTy. '_gray_,--one of oUR GreAtest PoEts!' HE
stood wOndering, feeling it iMPosSible to fit the DigNity OF grAy's
VErSE to ThE InsIGNificance of Gray'S
--a young fellow for whomhe had a p artic ula r f ri ends hip- -had attracted hisnotice.

'Why do you s uppos eh e pu t sup wi th you- - yo u r  se rv an t?'  h e  s aid,ben ding ac ross to Co lon el  Danby. He s m il ed a littl e,but his eyes 
be trayed  h im. 
'Put s u p wit h me!' Colone l Danby l if t ed his brows,r e ga rdin g David
with an i n de s cribable air o f inso le n ts u rpr ise . 'Because  I  make it
wort h  h i s whi l e in pounds,shillings,a ndpence;  t hat ' s all. '

An dh e p ut down his  phe asant _sa lmi_ w i th a cl a tter, w hile h iswif e ha n de dhim  b r ead an d o t her  propiti at io ns.
'Pro b a b l y be cau se h e has  a mother orsis ter, '  sa id Da vid,slow ly .'
We  trust  a go od  deal to the pa tien ce of our  "m as ter s. "'

T h e Colo nel  st opped h is wife ' s a tt e n t io ns with an angry h an d .  B ut
justas hew as  a b out to l au nch  a r e p ly mo re c o ng ruous wi th his go ut 
and hi scontem pt  fo r ' Driff i eld' s low- life fri ends' than with thea menities of o r di n a ry soci ety , and while  Lad y  Ven etia wa s s l owlyand s ev e re l y studying David th ro ugh he r eye glass, Lord D riffield
t h r e w himsel f in t ot he breach with  a ne rvous stor y  of some 
favo urite'ma n' of his o wn, andthe  st orm  bl e w  o ver.

Lady Dr i f fiel d,  indeed , w ho hers elf  di sli ked  C olonel Da nby, ason eov er bea ringp erson di sl ike sano ther, and on ly in vite dhi m  be cause
L a dy V enet ia  w as h erco usinanda n o ld frie nd, was r ath e r pl ea se d
withDavid's outbr ea k. After b re akf ast sh e gracious ly asked him if
she sho u ld show  hi m the  pic ture gall ery .

But  Da v id was  still  seet hi ngw i th wr a t h,  an dlooked atV a nde velde sandDe Hooc hs and Rembrandtsw ith  a distracted  ey e. O n c e,  in d ee d ,
i na  li t t le alcove of th e galleryhu n gwith Engli s h p or traits,  he
wok e toa  startof intere st.

'Ima gi ne t h a t t hat should  be Gray !' he sai d , poi n ti ng to  apictur e- -we ll kn own to him  thro ugh en gr aving- -of a  l ittle ma n in a
bob wig, with aturned -up n ose  and a bu tto n  ch in, and a  gen eral air
o f e age r ser vil i ty. ' _Gra y _, --o n e ofourg reatest p o et s!' H estood wonde r i n g,feeli ngi t impo ssib le to fit the dig n ity of Gray'svers e tothe insi gn ificance of Gr ay' s
--a young_fellow for_whom
he had a particular_friendship--had attracted_his_notice.

'Why do_you_suppose he puts_up with you--your_servant?' he said,
bending across_to Colonel Danby._He_smiled a little, but his eyes
betrayed him.

'Puts up with me!' Colonel Danby lifted his_brows,_regarding David
with_an_indescribable_air of insolent surprise. 'Because_I make it
worth his while_in pounds,_shillings, and pence; that's all.'

And he put down_his_pheasant _salmi_ with_a clatter, while his
wife handed him bread and other_propitiations.

'Probably because he has a mother_or sister,' said_David,_slowly.'
We_trust a good deal_to the patience of our "masters."'

The_Colonel stopped his wife's attentions with_an angry hand. But
just as he was_about to launch a reply more_congruous with his gout
and his_contempt for_'Driffield's low-life friends' than with_the
amenities of ordinary_society, and_while Lady Venetia_was slowly
and severely studying David through_her eyeglass, Lord_Driffield
threw himself into the breach with_a_nervous story of_some
favourite'man'_of_his own,_and the storm_blew_over.

Lady Driffield,_indeed,_who herself disliked Colonel Danby, as_one
overbearing_person dislikes another, and only invited him_because
Lady Venetia was her_cousin_and an old friend,_was rather pleased
with David's outbreak._After breakfast she graciously asked him_if
she should_show him_the picture gallery.

But David was still seething with wrath, and looked_at Vandeveldes
and De Hoochs and Rembrandts_with a distracted eye._Once, indeed,
in_a_little alcove of_the_gallery hung_with English portraits, he
woke to a start_of interest.

'Imagine_that that should be Gray!' he_said, pointing to a
picture--well_known_to him through engraving--of a little_man in a
bob wig, with a_turned-up nose and a button_chin,_and_a general air
of eager servility._'_Gray_,--one of our greatest poets!' He
stood_wondering, feeling it_impossible to fit the dignity of Gray's
verse_to_the insignificance of Gray's