"My brother Reginald! My brother Reginald! But 'tis sad to say Giles no more!" The Earl of Lumley was sitting on the grass where it sloped steeply to the banks of a little stream in the garden. Lorry lay by his side, beating the turf with his tail. They both heard Dick coming, and got up. "A body," Giles observed, "launched down an inclined plane, Lorry, will gather force as it travels. The steeper the plane the greater the impact when such a body, so travelling, comes home. Therefore"--he set his feet apart, and extended his arms--"My boy!" Dick had come home with impact sufficient, it seemed, to shake the earl slightly, and to make his eyes dim for a moment, and his voice break. "Well," he said at last, "hath she told you all, Dickie?" "Yes--Reginald." "Not that, sir," said the earl, frowning. "My--my lord?" Dick questioned, faltering a little. "Heavens, no! I thank you, brother." "Then Giles!" Dick cried, with a triumphant and comfortable sense of previous acquaintanceship and security. "That's it, little Captain," said Giles, when his breath returned after Dick's second onset, and Lorry's wild efforts to be received also. "Giles for you, if for no one else, Dick. And now shall we find--" "My sister Dorothy," said Dick. "By all means," said Giles. And together, followed by Lorry, they went back to the house.