CHAPTER XII 

GEORGE FACES DISASTER 

A fortnight had passed since the affair at the settlement when Hardie arrived at the Marston homestead toward supper-time. After the meal was over, he accompanied his host and Edgar to the little room used for an office. 

"As I've been busy since four this morning, I don't mean to do anything more," said George, "I suppose you don't smoke?" 

"No," Hardie answered. "It's a concession I can make without much effort to our stricter brethren. I'm inclined to believe they consider smoking almost as bad as drink. You agree with them about the latter?" 

"We try to be consistent," Edgar told him. "You see, I couldn't very well indulge in an occasional drink when I've undertaken to make those Sage Butte fellows abstainers. Anyhow, though you're by no means liberal in your view, you're practical people. As soon as I landed at Montreal, a pleasant young man, wearing a silver monogram came up to me, and offered me introductions to people who might find me a job. Though I didn't want one, I was grateful; and when I told him I wasn't one of his flock, he said it didn't matter. That kind of thing makes a good impression." 

"How are you getting on at the settlement?" 

George interposed. 

Hardie sat silent for a few moments, and George saw that his eyes were anxious and his face looked worn. 

"Badly," he said. "I feel I can talk to you freely, and that's really why I came, though I had another call to make." 
what did edgar say they try to be?
what kind of people did Edgar say they were?
who was grateful?
what was puffing a cigarette as bad as?
what type of idea is for  good feeling?
who wasn't?
who was sitting quietly?
and who gazed at him?
who could speak openly?
and what did he have have yet to carryout?
who was donning the shiny name engraved?
"We try to be consistent
"We try to be consistent," Edgar told him
practical people.
Anyhow, though you're by no means liberal in your view, you're practical people.
Edgar
Though I didn't want one, I was grateful;
as bad as drink
I'm inclined to believe they consider smoking almost as bad as drink
when I told him I wasn't one of his flock
and when I told him I wasn't one of his flock, he said it didn't matter. That kind of thing makes a good impression." 
Edgar
 I was grateful; and when I told him I wasn't one of his flock
Hardie
Hardie sat silent for a few moments
George
George saw that his eyes were anxious and his face looked worn. 
hardie
"Badly," he said. "I feel I can talk to you freely,
another call
"Badly," he said. "I feel I can talk to you freely, and that's really why I came, though I had another call to make."
a pleasant young man
a pleasant young man, wearing a silver monogram