CHAPTER XIX

IN WHICH PORGES BIG AND PORGES SMALL DISCUSS THE SUBJECT OF MATRIMONY "What is it, my Porges?" "Well--I'm a bit worried, you know." "Worried?" "Yes--'fraid I shall be an old man before my time, Uncle Porges. Adam says it's worry that ages a man--an' it killed a cat, too!" "And why do you worry?" "Oh, it's my Auntie Anthea, o' course! She was crying again last night----' "Crying!" Bellew had been lying flat upon his back in the fragrant shadow of the hay-rick, but now he sat up--very suddenly, so suddenly that Sm…