"
Something in the boy's tone of superiority irritated Neil, who was
thoroughly democratic, and he called out:
"Phoo!--a _lord_--why you are nobody but Ross Hardy! and your
grandmother--"
"Hush, Neil, or I'll tell your father; and look where you are standin',
with your dirthy fate on the cushions. Come down directly, or I'll be
afther helpin' ye!" said Jennie; whereupon Neil turned his attention to
her, and a spirited battle ensued, in which Robin also took part, and
which was only brought to an end by the sound of the train in the
distance.
"There's the whistle! Out with ye, or ye'll not be in time to grate yer
uncle!" Jennie cried; and with a bound Neil was upon the ground, and
rushing through the station, joined his mother, who with Grey was
looking anxiously at the few passengers alighting from the train.
First came Lady Augusta Hardy, habited in the deepest of crape. Poor
Teddie had died a few months before, and with her little son Rossiter,
who was now the heir of Hardy Manor, she was spending the summer at
home, and with her foreign airs and liveried servants brought from
Dublin was creating quite a sensation to Allington.
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