"When one is in Rome you must do like the Romans, you know."
"I have never agreed with that proverb," said Mrs. Northcote. "I consider it weak. When in Rome one should make the Romans do as one does."
"Imagine me knocking at the gates of Buckingham Palace at a quarter to seven."
"I am quite sure, my dear boy, the royal family is addicted to good habits. I am quite sure you would not find the king having his breakfast at eleven o'clock."
"Oh, this dear dogmatic old woman of mine," said Northcote, tapping her cheek in tender remonstrance. "A fixed rule and a definite opinion for everything under the sun."
"You must have fixed rules and definite opinions if you are to succeed, my dear boy. Those who have their doubts always end by failing miserably."
"So they do, old woman, so they do!" cried Northcote fervently, in spite of being stabbed by consternation. Yet he never conversed with his mother on the most trivial topics without feeling that her simplicity rendered her invulnerable.
"I see your table is laid for two, Henry," said the girl. "Are you expecting a friend?"
"If he comes, he comes," said Northcote, with a clever assumption of carelessness, "and if he don't he stops away. Do you understand, Miss Inquisitive? I generally have an extra knife and fork, you know, in case a friend should happen to drop in."
"He will have a wretched breakfast this morning if he comes," said the girl, taking off her gloves gaily, and fishing out the fork and the bacon from
