" Quite
crossly he spoke for him.
"I'd rather have a good sensible actin' stummik than a full head,"
said Mrs. Monday, "any day."
"I'm different, you see," snapped Mr. Lewisham, and relapsed into
silence and gloom.
("Hoity toity!" said Mrs. Monday under her breath.)
CHAPTER V.
HESITATIONS.
Mr. Bonover, having fully matured a Hint suitable for the occasion,
dropped it in the afternoon, while Lewisham was superintending cricket
practice. He made a few remarks about the prospects of the first
eleven by way of introduction, and Lewisham agreed with him that
Frobisher i. looked like shaping very well this season.
A pause followed and the headmaster hummed. "By-the-bye," he said, as
if making conversation and still watching the play; "I,
ah,--understood that you, ah--were a _stranger_ to Whortley."
"Yes," said Lewisham, "that's so."
"You have made friends in the neighbourhood?"
Lewisham was troubled with a cough, and his ears--those confounded
ears--brightened, "Yes," he said, recovering, "Oh yes. Yes, I have."
"Local people, I presume."
"Well, no. Not exactly." The brightness spread from Lewisham's ears
over his face.
"I saw you," said Bonover, "talking to a young lady in the avenue. Her
face was somehow quite familiar to me.
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