'For which amiable reason you insist on obtruding it. Pray, are the houses henceforth to be Frost Terrace or Arctic Row?' 'Are you come to laugh or to remonstrate?' exclaimed James, stopping. 'Oh! you want to put on your armour! Certainly, I should never tell if I were come to remonstrate, nor should I venture in such a case--' 'Then you are come to approve,' said Isabel. I knew it!' 'Little you two care--each of you sure of an admiring double.' 'I care for your opinion as much as ever I did,' said James. 'Exactly so,' said Louis, laughing. 'I desire to have your judgment in this matter.' 'If I could judge, I would,' said Louis. 'I see you right in principle, but are you right in spirit? I own my heart bleeds for Aunt Kitty, regaining her son to battle with her grandson.' 'I am very sorry for her,' said James; 'but it can't be helped. I cannot resign my duties here for the sake of living dependent on a suitable allowance.' 'Ah! Jem! Jem! Oliver little knew the damage his neglect did you.' 'What damage?' 'The fostering an ugly little imp of independence.' 'Aye! you grandees have naturally a distaste for independence, and make common cause against it.' 'Especially when in a rabid state. Take care, Jem. Independence never was a Christian duty yet--' 'Then, you want me to go and live on the hoards for the sake of which my grandmother was left to toil. You would like to see me loitering about, pensioned to swell the vanity of Cheveleigh, neglecting my vows, forsaking my duties--' 'You unreasonable man! Is there no way in this whole world for you to do your duty as a clergyman, but hearing Northwold boys the Latin grammar?' 'Then, what do you want me to do?' 'I don't want you to do anything. You are the man to know what is right; only, Isabel, don't help him to hate people more than can possibly be avoided; and don't break dear Aunt Kitty's heart amongst you. That's what I care most about!' When Louis bade his aunt farewell, he threw his arm round her neck, looked fondly at her, and said, 'Dear aunt, you won't let them tease you?' 'No, my dear, I am getting past being teased,' she said. 'Vexations don't hurt me as much as love does me good, and they'll not forget their affection. It is all goodness in Jem, and poor Oliver will understand it when I have got him into our home ways again; but he has been so long away from home, poor fellow!' 'That's right. I won't be uneasy for you. Squabble as they will, they won't hurt you. But, oh! Dynevor Terrace without you!' 'Ah! you must come to me at _home_!' 'Home! I'm like Jem, jealous for this old house.'