It was to Wilson, his valet, with whom he frequently chatted in airy fashion before rising of a morning, that Rollo Finch first disclosed his great idea.
Between Rollo and this human benefactor there had always existed friendly relations, and it was an open secret that, unless his uncle were to marry and supply the world with little Galloways as well as braces, the young man would come into his money.
So Rollo moved on his way through life, popular and happy.
As Mr Galloway had been in this frame of mind for a matter of eleven years, it seemed to Rollo not unreasonable to hope that he might continue in it permanently.
Wilson received the order in his customary gravely deferential manner, and was turning to go; but Rollo had more to add.
Rollo had grown accustomed to receiving no notice of these visits.
It would be absurd to say that Rollo looked at his uncle keenly.
It was, therefore, not immediately that his dinner with Rollo became a feast of reason and a flow of soul.
This was where Rollo asked if he might have a little more brandy.
And so, at eleven forty-five that evening, had Rollo.
It was a pleasant laugh, and musical, but it sent Rollo diving, outraged, for the handle of the door.
But heed him not out and to thy people Cry your Saxon onslaught, and let them sing their war-song of Rollo
, if they will; vengeance shall bear a burden to it.