Glazzard
nodded.
"Let us have a quiet dinner there; six-thirty can drive us back."
Glazzard rejoined his relatives. Denzil, turning came face to face
with Mr. Samuel Quarrier.
"So you took the trouble to come and hear me?"
"To be sure," replied the old man, in a gruff but good-natured
voice. "Is it true what they are saying? Is it to be you instead of
Toby?"
"I believe so."
"I shall do my best to get you a licking. All in good part, you
know."
"Perfectly natural, But I shall win!"
CHAPTER VIII
"Do you know of any good house to let in or near the town?" inquired
Denzil of his sister the next morning, as they chatted after Toby's
departure to business.
"A house! What do you want with one?"
"Oh, I must have a local habitation--the more solid the better."
Mrs. Liversedge examined him.
"What is going on, Denzil?"
"My candidature--that's all. Any houses advertised in this rag?"
He took up yesterday's _Examiner_, and began to search the pages.
"You can live very well with us."
Denzil did not reply, and his sister, summoned by a servant, left
him. There was indeed an advertisement such as he sought. An old and
pleasant family residence, situated on the outskirts of Polterham
(he remembered it very well), would be vacant at Christmas.
Application could be made on the premises.
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