‘Did you know that we were in this part of the country?’ Warricombe asked, once more speeding ahead.
‘I always thought of you in connection with Kingsmill.’
‘We gave up Thornhaw seven years ago. My father was never quite comfortable out of Devonshire. The house I am taking you to has been in our family for three generations. I have often tried to be proud of the fact, but, as you would guess, that kind of thing doesn’t come very natural to me.’
In the effort to repudiate such sentiment, Buckland distinctly betrayed its hold upon him. He imagined he was meeting Godwin on equal ground, but the sensibility of the proletarian could not thus be deceived. There was a brief silence, during which each looked away from the other.
‘Still keep up your geology?’ was Warricombe’s next question.
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