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son, his mother's idol,

before which she worshipped every day.
The doctor glanced across the table at his quiet lady-like daughter, and
there was such a curious twinkle in his eye that she turned aside so as
to keep her countenance, and began talking to Lady Danby about parish
work, the poor, and an entertainment to be given at the workhouse.
Dr Grayson and his daughter were dining at Cedars House that evening,
greatly to the doctor's annoyance, for he preferred home.
"But it would be uncivil not to go," said Miss Grayson, who had kept
her father's house almost from a child. So they went.
"Well, doctor," said Sir James, who was a comfortable specimen of the
easy-going country baronet and magistrate, "you keep to your opinion,
and I'll keep to mine."
"I will," said the doctor; "and in two years' time I shall publish my book
with the result of my long studies of the question. I say, sir, that a boy's
a boy."
"Oh yes, we all agree to that, doctor," said Lady Danby sweetly. "Edgar,
my dear, I'm sure you've had enough."
"Pa, mayn't I have half a glass of Madeira!"
"Now, my dear boy, you have had some."
"But that was such a teeny weeny drop, ma. That glass is so thick."
"For goodness' sake, Maria, give him some wine, and keep him quiet,"
cried Sir James. "Don't you hear that Dr Grayson and I are discussing a
point in philosophy!"
"Then you mustn't ask for any more, Eddy dear," said mamma, and she
removed the decanter stopper, and began to pour out a very thin thread
of wine, when the young monkey gave the bottom of the decanter a tilt,
and the glass was nearly filled.

"Eddy, for shame!" said mamma. "What will Miss Grayson think?"
"I don't care," said the boy, seizing the glass, drinking some of the rich
wine, and then turning to the thick slice of pine-apple his mother had
cut.
The doctor gave his daughter another droll look, but she preserved her
calm.
"To continue," said the doctor: "I say a boy's a boy, and I don't care
whose he is, or where he came from; he is so much plastic clay, and
you can make of him what you please."
"You can't make him a gentleman," said Sir James.
"I beg your pardon."
"And I beg yours. If the boy has not got breed in him--gentle blood--
you can never make him a gentleman."
"I beg your pardon," said the doctor again. "I maintain, sir, that it is all
a matter of education or training, and that you could make a
gentleman's son a labourer, or a labourer's son a gentleman."
"And are you going to put that in your book, doctor?"
"Yes, sir, I am: for it is a fact. I'm sure I'm right."
Sir James laughed.
"And I'm sure you are wrong. Look at my boy, now. You can see in an
instant that he has breed in him; but if you look at my coachman's son,
you will see that he has no breeding at all."
Crork, crork, crork, crork.
"Oh!" from her ladyship, in quite a scream.
"Good gracious!" cried Sir James; and the doctor and Helen Grayson

both started to their feet, while Master Edgar Danby kept on making
the most unearthly noises, kicking, gasping, turning black in the face,
and rolling his eyes, which threatened to start from their sockets.
"What is it?" cried Sir James.
Crash went a glass. A dessert-plate was knocked off the table, and
Master Edgar kept on uttering his hoarse guttural sound of crork, crork,
crork!
He was choking, and the result might have been serious as he sat
struggling there, with papa on one side, and mamma on the other,
holding his hands, had not Dr Grayson come behind him, and given
him a tremendous slap on the back which had a beneficial effect, for he
ceased making the peculiar noise, and began to wipe his eyes.
"What was it, dear? what was it, my darling?" sobbed Lady Danby.
"A great piece of pine-apple stuck in his throat," said the doctor. "I say,
youngster, you should use your teeth."
"Edgar, drink some water," said Sir James sternly.
Master Edgar caught up his wine-glass, and drained it.
"Now, sir, leave the room!" said Sir James.
"Oh, don't, don't be harsh with him, James," said her ladyship
pathetically. "The poor boy has suffered enough."
"I say he shall leave the room," cried Sir James in a towering fury; and
Master Edgar uttered a howl.
"Really, James, I--"
Here her ladyship had an hysterical fit, and had to be attended to, what
time Master Edgar howled loudly till the butler had been summoned
and he was led off like a prisoner, while her