At home,
in his own life, his daily companions were Cradell and Amelia Roper,
Mrs Lupex and Mrs Roper. The difference was very great, and yet he
found it quite as easy to talk to the earl as to Mrs Lupex.
"You know the Dales down at Allington, of course," said the earl.
"Oh, yes, I know them."
"But, perhaps, you never met the colonel."
"I don't think I ever did."
"He's a queer sort of fellow;--very well in his way, but he never
does anything. He and my sister live at Torquay, and as far as I can
find out, they neither of them have any occupation of any sort. He's
come up to town now because we both had to meet our family lawyers
and sign some papers, but he looks on the journey as a great
hardship. As for me, I'm a year older than he is, but I wouldn't mind
going up and down from Guestwick every day."
"It's looking after the bull that does it," said Eames.
"By George! you're right, Master Johnny. My sister and Crofts may
tell me what they like, but when a man's out in the open air for
eight or nine hours every day, it doesn't much matter where he goes
to sleep after that.
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