J. S. Fletcher

“ I'm a stranger to you, and to this town; but naturally I've learnt a bit since I've been here. If your mother wants a woman's sympathy and company, hasn't it struck you that you've got a cousin in there?" He pointed to the "Mitre," close to which they had by that time approached.
"Now, I say, don't think me interfering, but why don't you walk in and ask your cousin Georgina to go and see your mother? Hang it all, my lad, blood's thicker than water!"
Fanshawe started. His mouth opened, and his fair-complexioned cheeks flushed deeply. ”

“ I think that sudden meeting with your uncle upset her, though she's never said so.
"You see, I’ll tell you where it is!" he went on in a sudden boyish burst of confidence. "She has nobody much to talk to, my mother—no women, anyway. She hasn't been one to make friends, and she has no particular woman friend in the place. I wish she had."
Brixey suddenly laid a hand on his companion's arm. At their first meeting he had set down Fanshawe Byfield as an arrogant, bullying, unlicked young cub. ”

“ After a minute's hard stare at his companion he nodded his head two or three times in emphatic fashion.
"By Gad, so so I will," he said. "Good tip! I'm obliged to you. You see, there's been a coldness—I don’t know why, I never understood it—but, well, as you say, blood is thicker than water. ”