As Mrs. Harper said this, her husband's eyes literally glared. “You knew where he was staying?--Agatha--Agatha?” But Agatha's look was fixed on the door, to which her sisters-in-law had gathered hastily. There was a talking outside--a welcome as it seemed. She forgot everything except her sense of right and justice to one unwarrantably and unaccountably blamed. “It is surely he,” she cried, and ran eagerly forward. “Nathanael!” “Frederick!” The two brothers, elder and younger, stood confronting each other. CHAPTER XXV. “Elizabeth sent for me--Elizabeth only showed me that kindness. Oh, it was very cruel of you all--you should have told me my father was dying.” It must have been a hard heart that could have closed itself altogether against Frederick Harper now. He leant against the doorway, the miserable ghost of his gay self. Born only for summer weather, on him any real blast of remorse or misfortune fell suddenly, entirely, overthrowing the whole man. “Elizabeth says it happened yesterday; and must have been because--because Grimes--Oh, God forgive me! it is I that have killed my father!” Every one shrank back. None of his sisters understood what he meant; but the mere expression seemed to draw a line of demarcation between them and the self-convicted man. Agatha only approached him--she felt so very sorry for her old friend. “You must not talk in this way, Major Harper. If you did vex him in any way, it is very sad; but he will forgive you now. You cannot have done any real harm to your father.” Her kind voice, her perfectly guileless manner, struck each of the brothers with various emotion. The eyes of both met on her face: Frederick dropped his, and groaned; Nathanael's brightened. For the first time he addressed his brother: “Frederick, she is right; you must not talk thus. Compose yourself.” It was in vain; his easy temperament was plunged into depths of childish weakness. “Oh, what have I done? You said truly, it would kill him to hear _that_. And my heedlessness drove Grimes to go and tell him. Yes, your prophecy was true: I have been the disgrace of our house--the destruction of my father. What shall I do, Nathanael?” And he held out his hands to his younger brother in the helplessness of despair. “The first thing, Frederick, is for you to be silent Anne, take my sisters away; my brother and I have something to say to one another. What? no one will go? Then, brother, come with me.”