Yes--
fine head--and a gentleman, that is best of all. When you come to
marry always hunt up the grandfather--saves such a lot of trouble
in after life," and one of Peter's infectious laughs filled the
room.
"Do you think he looks anything like Uncle Arthur? You have seen
him, I think you said."
Peter scanned the portrait. "Not a trace. That may also be a
question of grandfathers--" and another laugh rippled out. "But
just be thankful you bear his name. It isn't always necessary to
have a long line of gentlemen behind you, and if you haven't any,
or can't trace them, a man, if he has pluck and grit, can get
along without them; but it's very comforting to know they once
existed. Now let me sit down and listen to you," added Peter,
whose random talk had been inspired by the look of boyish
embarrassment on Jack's face. He had purposely struck many notes
in order to see which one would echo in the lad's heart, so that
his host might find himself, just as he had done when Jack with
generous impulse had sprang from his chair to carry Minott the
ring.
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