The hour that followed was an hour of steady work. The colonel liked his young neighbour, who belonged to a family also of English extraction, though not quite so recently moved over as the colonel's own. Still, to all intents and purposes, the Dallases were English; had English connections and English sympathies; and had not so long mingled their blood with American that the colour of it was materially altered. It was natural that the two families should have drawn near together in social and friendly relations; which relations, however, would have been closer if in church matters there had not been a diverging power, which kept them from any extravagance of neighbourliness. This young fellow, however, whom the colonel called 'William,' showed a carelessness as to church matters which gave him some of the advantages of a neutral ground; and latterly, since his wife's death, Colonel Gainsborough had taken earnestly to the fine, spirited young man; welcomed his presence when he came; and at last, partly out of sympathy, partly out of sheer loneliness and emptiness of life, he had offered to read the classics with him, in preparation for college. And this for several months now they had been doing; so that William was a daily visitor in the colonel's house. CHAPTER III. _THE BOX OF COINS_. The reading went on for a good hour. Then the colonel rose from his sofa and went out, and young Dallas turned to Esther. During this hour Esther had been sitting still in her corner by her boxes; not doing anything; and her face, which had brightened at William's first coming in, had fallen back very nearly to its former heavy expression. Now it lighted up again, as the visitor left his seat and came over to her. He had not been so taken up with his reading but he had noticed her from time to time; observed the drooping brow and the dull eye, and the sad lines of the lips, and the still, spiritless attitude. He was touched with pity for the child, whom he had once been accustomed to see very different from this. He came and threw himself down on the floor by her side. 'Well, Queen Esther!' said he. 'What have you got there?' 'Coins.' 'Coins! What are you doing with them?' 'Nothing.' 'So it seems. What do you want to do?' 'I wanted to amuse myself.' 'And don't succeed? Naturally. What made you think you would? Numismatology isn't what one would call a _lively_ study. What were you going to do with these old things, eh?' 'Nothing,' said Esther hopelessly. 'I used to hear papa talk about them; and I liked to hear him.' 'Why don't you get him to talk to you about them again?' 'Oh, he was not talking to _me_.' 'To whom, then?' Esther hesitated; the young man saw a veil of moisture suddenly dim the grave eyes, and the lips that answered him were a little unsteady. 'It was mamma,' she breathed rather than spoke. 'And you liked to hear?' he went on purposely. 'Oh, yes. But now I can't understand anything by myself.'