Mr. Vawdrey looked at his watch and hurried away without a word.  The draper and the dentist were each reminded of the calls of business.  In a minute or two the youth dozing over an illustrated paper had the room to himself.

CHAPTER V

For a characteristic scene of English life one could not do better than take Mr. Liversedge’s dining-room when the family had assembled for the midday meal.  Picture a long and lofty room, lighted by windows which opened upon a lawn and flower-garden, adorned with large oil paintings (cattle-pieces and portraits) in massive and, for the most part, tarnished frames, and furnished in the solidest of British styles—­mahogany chairs and table, an immense sideboard, a white marble fireplace, and a chandelier hanging with ponderous menace above the gleaming expanse of table-cloth.  Here were seated eleven persons:  Mr. Liversedge and his wife, their seven children (four girls and three boys), Miss Pope the governess, and Mr. Denzil Quarrier; waited upon by two maid-servants, with ruddy cheeks, and in spotless attire.  Odours of roast meat filled the air.  There was a jolly sound of knife-and-fork play, of young voices laughing and chattering, of older ones in genial colloquy.  A great fire blazed and crackled up the chimney.  Without, a roaring wind stripped the autumnal leafage of the garden, and from time to time drenched the windows with volleys of rain.

Tobias Liversedge was a man of substance, but in domestic habits he followed the rule of the unpretentious middle-class.  Breakfast at eight, dinner at one, tea at five, supper at nine—­such was the order of the day that he had known in boyhood, and it suited him well enough now that he was at the head of a household.  The fare was simple, but various and abundant; no dishes with foreign names, no drinks more luxurious than sherry and claret.  If he entertained guests, they were people of his own kind, who thought more of the hearty welcome than of what was set before them.  His children were neither cockered nor held in too strait a discipline; they learnt from their parents that laughter was better than sighing, that it was good to be generous, that they had superiors in the world as well as inferiors, that hard work was the saving grace, and a lie the accursed thing.  This training seemed to agree with them, for one and all were pictures of health.  Tom, the first-born, numbered fifteen years; Daisy, the latest arrival, had seen but three summers, yet she already occupied a high chair at the dinner-table, and conducted herself with much propriety.  The two elder boys went to the Grammar School morning and afternoon; for the other children there was Miss Pope, with her smile of decorum, eyes of intelligence, and clear, decided voice.