Office! He is going into the Army after all. Mr. and
Mrs. Robey are _so_ pleased. The whole family went
to the station with him this morning!"

And it was quite true that the Robeys were pleased.
Mr. Robey was positively triumphant. "I can't tell
you how glad I am!" he said, first to one, and then
to the other, of his neighbours. "Young Blake will
make a splendid company officer. It's for the sake
of the country, quite as much as for his sake, and for
that of his unpleasant father, that I'm glad. What
sort of book-learning had Napoleon's marshals? Or,
for the matter of that, Wellington's officers in the
Peninsula, and at Waterloo?"

As the day went on, and he began receiving tele-
grams from those of his young men -- they were not
so very many after all -- who had failed to pass, containing
the joyful news that now they were accepted,
his wife, instead of rejoicing, began to look grave.
"It seems to me, my dear, that our occupation in
life will now be gone," she said soberly. And he
answered lightly enough, "Sufficient unto the day
is the good thereof!" And being the high-minded,
sensible fellow that he was, he would allow no selfish
fear of the future to cloud his satisfaction in the
present.

The only jarring note that day came from James
Hayley. He had had to take a later train than he
had thought to do, and he only arrived at the Trellis
House, duly dressed for dinner, just before eight.

"Witanbury is certainly a most amusing place," he
observed, as he shook hands with his pretty cousin.
"I met two of your neighbours as I came along. Each

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