friend went at him again, recited the baronetcy grievance at full length once more, and concluded once more with his views upon Algernon Sawby Leonidas.
When Mr. Brassington had come to the end of a sentence and made something of a pause, Mr. Kirby said—
"I thought you were going to Belgium?"
Mr. Brassington was a little pained.
"I have arranged to take the night mail," he said gravely. "I shall walk down. Will you come to the station with me?"
"Oh, yes!" said Mr. Kirby briskly. "It 'll give me a nice walk back again all through the rain. If you think all that about Algernon you shouldn't have sent him to Cambridge."
"I sent him to Cambridge by your advice, Kirby," said Mr. Brassington with dignity.
"I would give it again," said Mr. Kirby, crossing his legs. "It's an extraordinary thing that a rich man like Perkin has good port one day and bad port another. … He ought to go to Cambridge. I have a theory that everyone should go to Cambridge who can afford it, south-east of a line drawn from"
"Don't, Charles, don't," said Mr. Brassington, a little pained, "it 's very serious!"
