He now sent for the landlord, and begged to know if there were not some American strangers in the house; and on receiving from him a confirmation of his suspicions, he desired one of the waiters to tell Major Pendarves that a gentleman begged to see him. On entering the room, Major Pendarves took in silence the hand which the agitated earl in silence tendered to him. The past and the present rushed over the minds of both; while Lord Mountgeorge, whose emotion was less violent, begged the major to prepare his sister to receive them. In the meanwhile, Lord Seymour, with his heart full of his lost son, surveyed with respectful pity the faded cheek and altered form of the once-blooming Charles Pendarves. "You did not look thus when we last met," said he; "but you have suffered in a noble cause, and you have only lost your _health_." Here the lip of the bereaved parent quivered with agitation, and Lord Mountgeorge turned mournfully away. My father then rejoined his party with evident agitation. "What new sorrow awaits me?" cried Lady Helen; "for I see it is for me you are affected, not for yourself." "No, my friend; these tears are tears of emotion, but of pleasure also." "Pleasure!" "Yes: Lord Seymour and your brother are in the next room, and eagerly long to see you." The feelings which now strove for victory in Lady Helen's breast were too much for her weakened frame to support; and shuddering and panting, she caught hold of my mother to save herself from falling, while the scream of the terrified Seymour, as he beheld her nearly fainting on the sofa, was heard by the anxious expectants, who hastily entered the room. Lady Helen, who had not lost her senses, instantly sunk on one knee before her agitated parent, and pushing her son toward him, desired him to plead for his unhappy mother. "Helen!" cried Lord Seymour, in a voice broken by sobs, "you need no advocate but my own heart!" and Lady Helen was once more clasped to his bosom. "And is this fine creature my grandson?" said he, gazing with delight on Seymour, while he kissed his open forehead; then seating himself by his daughter on the sofa, while Lord Mountgeorge sat by her on the other side, he drew the wondering boy to his knee. My father now presented my mother and myself to Lord Seymour. "I am disappointed," said he, civilly: "I hoped, Mrs. Pendarves, that this lovely girl was my grandchild also." This was enough to conciliate my young heart; and I wondered to myself, I remember, why my Lady mamma should have seemed so sorry at seeing such a good-natured old gentleman; nor could I conceive why Lord Seymour, as he kept looking on Lady Helen, should shed so many tears. "My poor Helen!" cried he, "your face tells a tale of sad suffering--and Augustus, too--both gone! But they fought bravely." "Ay--but they _died_!" cried Lady Helen, clasping her hands convulsively. "And they shall both have a magnificent monument erected to their memory, my child," cried Lord Seymour.