y. "We'll send you in a proper bill in due course. You
needn't be afraid. The cat shall have every care, and of course, if
things should go wrong--you know what I mean--I'll at once give you a
telephone call. But, as far as I can tell, you're right, and it was just
fear for her young made her behave so." He turned to his wife. "Now then,
mother, you just get back to bed! I'll see to these gentlemen, and to
poor pussy."

They shook hands with Mrs. Trotman, and then the famous vet took them
down the trellised path and stood in the doorway till they got into the
car.

"I'm glad to have met you, Mr. Trotman," Radmore called out heartily.
"I'd like to come over here one day, and go over your place."

As they raced up towards the Downs, Radmore suddenly turned to Timmy:
"The more time goes on, the more it's borne in on me that there's nothing
like the old people of the old country." And as the boy, surprised, said
nothing for once, he went on, "I hope that the stock won't ever give
out."

"How d'you mean?"

"Well, take those two people, that man and woman. We get them out of
their warm, comfortable bed in the middle of the night, they knowing
nothing about us, except that we bring a cat which may be mad; and yet
they take it all in the day's work; they're civil, kindly, obliging--and
the man won't take money he hasn't earned! I call that splendid, Timmy.
You might almost go the world over before you'd find a couple like
that--anywhere but in England."

* * * * *

They drove on and on, and then all at once, Radmore, glancing down to his
left, saw that Timmy had fallen asleep. Now Timmy, asleep, looked like an
angelic cherub, and so very different from his usual alert, inquisitive,
little awake self. And there welled up in Radmore's heart the strangest
feeling of tenderness--not only for Timmy but for the whole of the
Tosswill family--not only for the Tosswill family, but for the whole of
this sturdy, quiet, apparently unemotional world of England to which he
had come back.

The human mind and brain work in mysterious ways. Radmore will never
know, to the day of his death, the effect that this curious night drive
had on the whole of his future life. He was not a man to quote poetry,
even to himself, but to-night there came into his mind some words he had
heard muttered by a corporal in Gallipoli:

"What do they know of England
Who only England know?"

When he had left his homela