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“ How neatly, how admirably expressed !” | much man of the world — too much man of said Sewell, bowing.

fashion for poor Dad.” I had some of that gift once," said the “I hope so," muttered Fossbrooke, unold man, with a sigh; " but it is a weapon consciously. out of use nowadays. Epigram has its place “ Indeed, sir ; and why.?” asked Tom eain a museum now as rightfully as an Andrea gerly. Ferrera."

“What of Lucy?” said Sir Brook, ab“I declare, my lord, it is two o'clock. ruptly; how did you thứnk she was lookHere is your servant coming to announce ing? luncheon. I am ashamed to think what a “Well, sir, on the whole, well. I've seen share of your day I have monopolized.” her jollier; but, to be sure, it was a leave

“ You will stay and take some mutton taking to-day, and that's not the occasion broth, I hope ?”

to put one in high spirits. Poor girl, as she “No, my lord. I never eat luncheon; said, · Is it not hard, Tom ? there are only and I am, besides, horrified at inflicting you three of us, and we must all live apart. so long already.”

“ So it is — hard; very hard. I'd have " Sir, if I suffer many of the miseries of tried once more to influence the old Judge old

age, I avail myself of some of its few if he'd have given me a meeting. He may privileges. One of the best of these is, do worse with that office than bestow it on never to be bored. I am old and feeble you, Tom. I believe I'd have told him as enough to be able to say to him who wearies much.” me, Leave me - leave me to myself and my “It's perhaps as well, sir, that you did not own dreariness. Had you 'inflicted' me, see him," said Tom, with a faint smile. as you call it, I'd have said as much two "Yes," said Fossbrooke, following along the

Your company was, however, train of his own thoughts, and not noticing most agreeable. You know how to talk; the other's remark. “He may do worse; he and, what is rarer, you know how to lis- may give it to him, and thus draw closer the ten."

ties between them; and if that man once Sewell bowed respectfully and in silence. gets admission there he'll get influence.”

"I wish the school that trains aides-de- “Of whom are you talking, sir ?” camp could be open to junior barristers and “I'was not speaking, Tom. I was turncurates," muttered he, half to himself, then ing over some things in my mind. By the added aloud, “ Come and see me soon way, we have much to do before evening. again. Come to breakfast, or, if you prefer Go over to Ho:Igen's about those tools; he it, to dinner. We dine at seven; and has not sent them yet; and the blasting without further adieu than a slight wave of powder, too, has not come down. I ought, bis hand, he turned away and entered the if I could manage the time, to test it; but house.

it's too late. I must go to the Castle for five minutes — five minutes will do it; and I'll pass by Grainger's on my way back, and buy the flannel — miner's flannel they call it in the advertisement. We must look our métier, Tom, eh? You told Lucy where to

write, and how to address us, I hope ?” Tom LENDRICK had just parted with his “ Yes, sir, she wrote it down. sister as Fossbroke came up, and, taking way, that reminds me of a letter she gave his arm in silence, moved slowly down the me for you. It was addressed to her care, road.

and came yesterday." Seeing his deep pre-occupation, Tom did The old man thrust it in his pocket withnot speak for some time, but walked along out so much as a look at it. without a word. “I hope you found my “ I think the post-mask was Madeira," said grandfather in better temper, sir ? ” asked Tom, to try and excite some curiosity. Tom at last.

“ Possibly. I have correspondents every** He refused to receive me; he pleaded where." illness; or rather he called it by its true “ It looked like Trafford's writing, I name, indisposition. He deputed another thought." gentleman to meet me — a Colonel Sewell, “İndleed ! let us see ;” and he drew forth his stepson."

the letter, and broke the envelope. “ Right “That's the man my father saw at the enough, Tom — it is Trafford.” Cape; a clever sort of person he called him, He ran his eyes rapidly over the first but, I suspect, not one of his liking; too lines, turned to the next side, and then to

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the end of the letter, and then once more I leave our address with Colonel Cave at the began at the beginning.

barracks, and that if we should have left " This is his third attempt, he says, to Ireland already, he'll try and manage a reach me, having written twice without any month's leave, and pay us a visit.” acknowledgment, hence he has taken the “I declare that I guessed that!” burst liberty - and a very great liberty, too – out Tom. “I had a drtad of that, from to address the present to the care of your the very day we first planned our project. sister. His brother died in March last, I said to myself

, so sure as we settle down and the younger brother has now shown to work — to work like men who have no symptoms of the same malady, and has thought but how to earn their bread been sent out to Madeira. •I could not,' some lavender-gloved fellow, with a dresshe writes —• I could not refuse to come out ing-case and three hat-boxes, will drop here with him, however eager I was to go down to disgust us alike with our own hardto Ireland. You can weil believe '» ships and his foppery.". here the old man slurred over the words, He'll not come," said Sir Brook, calmly; and murmured inaudibly for some seconds. “and if he should, he will be weleome.” “ I see," added he at last,“ he has gone " Oh! as to that,” stammered out Tom, back to his old regiment, with good hopes somewhat ashamed of his late warmth, of the majority. Hinks is sick of the “ Trafford is perhaps the one exception to service, and quite willing to leave. Harvey, the sort of thing I am afraid of.

He is a however, stands above me, and deems it a fine, manly, candid fellow, with no affectacruel thing to be passed over. I must have tions nor any pretensions.” your advice about this, as well as about'”. “A gentleman, sir !— just a gentleman, Here again he dropped his voice and mum- and of a very good type." bled unintelligibly. At length he read on The last few lines of the letter were small

- ". What is Tom doing? What a shame and finely written, and cost the old man it would be if a fellow with such abilities some time to decipher. At last he read them should not make his way!'”

aloud. "6 Am I asking what you would see “ A crying shame,” burst in Tom,“ but any objection to accord me, if I entreat I neither see the abilities nor the way; you to give me some letter of introduction would he kindly indicate how to find either or presentation to the Chief Baron? I or both ?"

presume that you know him; and I pre“My mother suggested,'” reail on Sir sume that he might not refuse to know me. Brook, “ two or three things which my fa- It is possible I may be wrong in either or ther could readily obtain, but you know both of these assumptions. I am sure you the price of the promotion; you know what will be frank in your reply to this request I would have to '". Here, once more, of mine, and say No, if you dislike to say the old man stopped abruptly.

Yes. I made the acquaintance of Colonel Pray go on, sir,” cried Tom, eagerly; Sewell, the Judge's stepson, at the Cape; “this interests me much, and as it touches but I suspect, -I may be wrong

but I myself I have balf a claim to hear it."

suspect that to be presented by the Colonel Sir Brook gave no heed to the request, might not be the smoothest road to his lordbut read on in silence and to himself. ship’s arquaintance I was going to write Turning to the last page, he said — "1" favour” — but I have no pretension, as may then hope to be in Ireland by the end yet at least, to aspire that far. of the month. I shall not go down to Holt, " The Colonel himself told me that his but straight to Dublin. My leave will ex- mother and Sir William never met without pire on the 28th, and this will give me a a quarrel. His affectionate remark was, good excuse for not going home. I am sure that the Chief Baron was the only creature

agree with me that I am doing the in Europe whose temper was worse than right thing

Lady Lendrick's, and it would be a blessing ** If I am fortunate enough to meet you to humanity if they could be induced to in Dublin I can ask your advice on many live together. things which press for solution ; but if you I saw a good deal of the Sewells at should have left Ireland, and gone heaven the Cape. She is charming! She was a knows where, what is to become of me?"" Dillon, and her mother a Lascelles, some

“ Got into debt again, evidently,” said forty-fifth cousin of my mother's — quite Tom, as he puffed his cigar.

enough of relationship, however, to excuse “ Nothing of the kind. I know thorough- a very rapid intimacy, so that I dined there ly what he alludes to, though I am not at when I liked, and uninvited. I did not like liberty to speak of it. He wishes me to him so well, but then he beat me at bil

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liards, and always won my money at ecarté, smoke cavendish. Trafford was full of this and of course these are detracting ingre- cant about the cruelty of primogeniture, dients which ought not to be thrown into but I would have none of it. Whenever a the scale.

man tells me that he deems it a hardship “ • How she sings! I don't know how that he should do anything for his liveliyou, with your rapturous love of music, hood, I leave him, and hope never to see would escape falling in love with her: all more of him.” the more that she seems to me one who ex- “ Trafford surely did not say so." pects that sort of homage, and thinks her- No — certainly not; there would have self defrauded if denied it. If the Lord been no correspondence between us if he Chief Baron is fond of ballads, he has been had. But I want to see these young fellows her captive this many a day:

showing the world that they shrink from no “ • My love to Tom, if with you or with competitorship with any. They have long in reach of you, and believe me ever yours proved, that to confront danger and meet affectionately,

death they are second to none.

Let them 666 LIONEL TRAFFORD.'» show that in other qualities they admit of “ It was the eldest son who died,” said no inferiority - that they are as ready for Tom, carelessly.

enterprise, as well able to stand cold and “ Yes, the heir. Lionel now succeeds to a hunger and thirst, to battle with climate splendid fortune and the baronetcy." and disease. I know well they can do it,

“ He told me once that his father had but I want the world to know it." made some sort of compact with his eldest “ As to intellectual distinctions,” said Tom, son about cutting off the entail, in case he “ I think they are the equals of any. The should desire to do it. In fact, he gave me best man in Trinity in my day was a fellowto understand that he wasn't a favourite commoner.” with his father, and that, if by any course This speech seemed to restore the old of events he were likely to succeed to the man to his best humour. He slapped young estate, it was more than probable his father Lendrick familiarly on the shoulder, and would use this power, and merely leave him said, " It would be a grand thing, Tom, if what he could not alienate - a very small we could extend the application of that old property that pertained to the baronetage.” French adage, · Noblesse oblige,' and make

With reference to what did he make it apply to every career in life, and every this revelation to you? What had you success. Come along down this street ; been talking of ?”

I want to buy some nails - we can take “I scarcely remember. I think it was them home with us.” about younger sons, how hardly they were They soon made their purchases, and treated, and how unfairly.”

each, armed with a considerably-sized “Great hardship truly that a man must brown paper parcel, issued from the shop labour! not to say that there is not a single the old man eagerly following up the career in life he can approach without late theme, and insisting on all the advanbringing to it greater advantages than be- tages good birth and blood conferred, and fall huinbler mena better and more what a grand resource was the gentleman liberal education, superior habits as regards element in moments of pressure and tempsociety, powerful friends, and what in a tation. country like ours is inconceivably effective His Excellency wishes to speak to you,

the prestige of family. I cannot endure sir,” said a footman, respectfully standling this compassionate tone about younger sons. hat in hand before him.

“ The carriage To my thinking they have the very best is over the way.” opening that life can offer, if they be men Sir Brook nodded an assent, and then, to profit by it, and if they are not, I care turning to Tom, said, “ Have the kindness to very little what becomes of them.”

hold this for me for a moment; I will not • I do think it hard that my elder brother detain you longer;" and placing in young should have fortune and wealth to over- Lendrick's hands a good-sized parcel, he abundance, while my pittance will scarcely stepped across the street, totally forgetting keep me in cigars.”

that over his left arm, the hand of which You have no right, sir, to think of his was in his pocket, a considerable coil affluence. It is not in the record ; the of strong rope depended, being one necessities of your position have no relation of his late purchases. As he drew nigh to his superfluities. Bethink you of your- the carriage, he made a sign that implied self, and if cigars are too expensive for you, defeat; and mortified as the Viceroy was


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at the announcement, he could not help lar of St. Patrick costs you these attensmiling at the strange guise in which the tions' old man presented himself.

“ I rather suspect it's your grand cordon,' * And how so, Fossbrooke ?” asked he, Fossbrooke," said the Viceroy, laughing, in answer to the other's signal.

while he pointed to the rope. “ Simply, he would not see me, my lord. “ Bless my stars!” exclaimed Sir Brook, Our first meeting had apparently left no blushing deeply,“ how forgetful I am growvery agreeable memories of me, and he ing! I hope you forgive me. I am sure scarcely cared to cultivate an acquaintance you could not suppose that opened so inauspiciously.”

“I could never think anything but good “ But you sent him your card with my of you, Fossbrooke. Get in, and come out name?”

to the Lodge' to dinner.” “ Yes; and his reply was, to depute “ No, no; impossible. I am heartily another gentleman to receive me, and take ashamed of myself. I grow worse and my communication.”

worse every day; people will lose patience “ Which you refused, of course, to make ?” at last, and cut me; good-bye.” 66 Which I refused."

66 Wait one moment. I want to ask you “ Do you incline to suppose that the something about young Lendrick. Would Chief Baron guessed the object of your he take an appointment in a colonial regivisit?

ment would he ?” But Fossbrooke had “I have no means of arriving at that elbowed his way through the dense crowd surmise, my lord. His refusal of me was so by this time, and was far out of hearing peremptory, that it left me no clue to any shocked with himself, and overwhelmed guess.

with the thought that, in his absurd forget“ Was the person deputed to receive you fulness, he might have involved another in one with whom it was at all possible to ridicule. indicate such an intimation of your business, “ Think of me standing talking to his as might convey to the Chief Baron the Excellency with this on my arm, Tom!” necessity of seeing you ?”

said he, flushing with shame and annoyance: “Quite the reverse, my lord; he was one "how these absent fits keep advancing on with whom, from previous knowledge, I me! When a man begins to forget himself could hold little converse."

in this fashion, the time is not very distant " Then there is, I fear, nothing to be when his friends will be glad to forget him. done."

I said so this moment to Lord Wilmington, “ Nothing."

and I am afraid that he agreed with me. “ Except to thank you heartily, my dear Where are the screws, Tom — have I been Fossbrooke, and ask you once more, why forgetting them also ?” are you going away ?”

“No, sir, I have them here; the hold“ I told you last night, I was going to fasts were not finished, but they will be make a fortune. I have — to my own sent over to us this evening, along with the astonishment, I own it — begun to feel that cramps you ordered.” narrow means are occasionally most incon- “ So, then, my head was clear so far,” venient; that they limit a man's action in cried he, with a smile. ** In my prosperous 80 many ways, that he comes at last to days, Tom, these freaks of mine were taken experience a sort of slavery; and instead as good jokes, and my friends laughed at of chafing against this, I am resolved them over my burgundy; but when a man to overcome it, and become rich.”

has no longer burgundy to wash down his " I hope, with all my heart, you may. blunders with, it is strange how different There is no man whom wealth will more becomes the criticism, and how much more become, or who will know how to dispense candid the critic." it more reputably.”

“So that, in point of enlightenment, sir, Why, we have gathered a crowd around it is better to be poor.” us, my lord,” said Fossbrooke, looking to " It is what I was just going to observe to right and left, where now a number of you,” said he, calmly. * Can you give me people had gathered, attracted by the a cigar ?" Viceroy's presence, but still more amused by the strange-looking figure with the hank of rope over his arm, who discoursed so freely with his Excellency.

6. This is one of the penalties of greatness, I take it," Within a week after this incident, while continued he. " It's your Excellency's Col- Fossbrooke and young Lendrick





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ploughing the salt sea towards their desti- her brows were contracted, and the orbits nation, Lucy sat in her room one morning around her eyes dark and purple-looking. engaged in drawing. She was making a “You are not quite well to-day," said chalk copy from a small photograph her Lucy, as she sat down on the sofá beside brother had sent her, a likeness of Sir her, and took her hand. Brook, taken surreptitiously as he sat smok- “ About as well as I ever am,” said she, ing at a window, little heeding or knowing sighịug; and then, as if suddenly recollectof the advantage thus taken of him. ing herself

, added, “ India makes such an The head was considerably advanced, inroad on health and strength! No buoythe brow and the eyes were nearly finished, ancy of temperament ever resisted that faand she was trying, for the third time, to tal climate. * You wouldn't believe it, Lucy, get an expression into the mouth which the but I was once famed for high spirits.” photograph had failed to convey, but which “I can well believe it." she so often observed in the original. Ea

however, very long ago. I was gerly intent on her work, she never heard little more than a child at the time — that the door open behind her, and was slightly is, I was about fourteen or fifteen - when I startled as a very gentle hand was laid on left England, to which I returned in my her shoulder.

twentieth year. I went back very soon “ Is this a very presumptuous step of afterwards to nurse my poor father, and be mine, dear Lucy ?” said Mrs. Sewell, with married.” one of her most bewitching smiles: “have I The depth of sadness in which she spoke your leave for coming in upon you in this the last words made the silence that folfashion ?

lowed intensely sad and gloomy. “Of course you have, my dear Mrs. Sew- Yes,” said she, with a deep melancholy ell; it is a great pleasure to me to see you smile," papa called me madcap. Oh dear, here."

if our fathers and mothers could look back “ And I may take off my bonnet, and my from that eternity they have gone to, shawl, and my gloves, and my company and see how the traits they traced in manner, as my husband calls it?"

our childhood have saddened and sobered "Oh! you have no company manner," down into sternest features, would they broke in Lucy.

recognize us as their own?' I don't look " I used to think not; but men are stern like a madcap now, Lucy, do I?” As she critics, darling, and especially when they said this, her eyes swam in tears, and are husbands. You will find out, one of her lip trembled convulsively. Then standthese days, how neatly your liege lord will ing hastily up, she drew nigh the table, and detect every little objectionable trait in leaned over to look at the drawing at your nature, and with what admirable which Lucy had been engaged. fraokness he will caution you against • What!” cried she, with almost a shriek yourself."

- " what is this? Whose portrait is this? “I almost think I'd rather he would tell me at once ; who is it?” not."

“ A very dear friend of mine and of " I'm very certain of it, Lucy,” said the Tom's. One you could not have ever met, other, with greater firmness than before. I'm sure.” “ The thing we call love, in married life “ And how do you know whom I have has an existence only a little beyond that met?” cried she, fiercely.

" What can you of the bouquet you carried to the wedding- know of my life and my associates?", breakfast; and it would be unreasonable in “I said so, because he is one who has & woman to expect it, but she might fairly lived long estranged from the world,” said ask for courtesy and respect, and you would Lucy, gently; for in the sudden burst of be amazed how churlish even gentlemen the other's passion she only saw matter for can become about expending these graces deep compassion. It was but another part in their own families.”

of a nature torn and distracted by unceasLucy was both shocked and astonished at ing anxieties. what she heard, and the grave tone in But his name, his name?” said Mrs. which the words were uttered surprised her Sewell, wildly: most of all.

“ His name is Sir Brook Fossbrooke." Mrs. Sewell had by this time taken off “I knew it, I knew it!” cried she, wildly. her bonnet and shawl, and, pushing back “ I knew it !” and said it over and over her luxuriant hair from her forehead, look- again. “ Go where we will we shall find ed as though suffering from headache, for him. He haunts us like a curse -- like a

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