CHAPTER XI. 

LUKE ROWAN TAKES HIS TEA QUITE LIKE A STEADY YOUNG MAN. 

It was the custom of the Miss Tappitts, during these long midsummer days, to start upon their evening walk at about seven o'clock, the hour for the family gathering round the tea-table being fixed at six. But, in accordance with the same custom, dinner at the brewery was usually eaten at one. At this immediate time with which we are now dealing, dinner had been postponed till three, out of compliment to Mrs. Rowan, Mrs. Tappitt considering three o'clock more fashionable than one; and consequently the afternoon habits of the family were disarranged. Half-past seven, it was thought, would be a becoming hour for tea, and therefore the young ladies were driven to go out at five o'clock, while the sun was still hot in the heavens. 

"No," said Luke, in answer to his sister's invitation; "I don't think I will mind walking to-day: you are all going so early." He was sitting at the moment after dinner with his glass of brewery port wine before him. 

"The young ladies must be very unhappy that their hours can't be made to suit you," said Mrs. Tappitt, and the tone of her voice was sarcastic and acid. 

"I think we can do without him," said Cherry, laughing. 

"Of course we can," said Augusta, who was not laughing. 

"But you might as well come all the same," said Mary. 

"There's metal more attractive somewhere else," said Augusta. 

"I cannot bear to see so much fuss made with the young men," said Mrs. Tappitt. "We never did it when I was young. Did we, Mrs. Rowan?" 
What was Luke doing, instead of walking?
He was sitting at the moment after dinner with his glass of brewery port wine before him