"
"The first week's holiday you get at Bartholomew's, you must come and
pay Verner's Pride a visit, and we will keep you supplied. Mrs. Verner
will be glad to see you."
Master Cheese gave a great gasp. The words seemed too good to be real.
"Do you mean it, sir?" he asked.
"Of course I mean it," replied Lionel. "I owe you a debt, you know. But
for your having blown yourself and the room up, I might not now be in
possession of Verner's Pride. You come and spend a week with us when you
can."
"That's glorious, and I'm much obliged to you, sir," said Master Cheese,
in an ecstasy. "I think I'll have just another custard on the strength
of it."
Jan was imperturbable--he had seen too much of Master Cheese for any
display to affect him--but Lionel laughed heartily as they left the
gentleman and the alcove. How well he looked--Lionel! The indented line
of pain had gone from his brow: he was as a man at rest within.
"Jan, I feel truly glad at the news sent to us a day or two ago!" he
exclaimed, pressing his brother's arm. "I always feared you would not
marry.
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