"So unusually facetious, my dear sir," pursued the young lady, "that I would wish rather to know the meaning of your mirth, than to be amused with its effects only." "You shall know it, Miss Lucy," replied poor Abel Do you remember your brother?" "Good God! how can you ask me?--no one knows better than you, he was lost the very day I was born." "Very true, very true," answered the Dominie, saddening at the recollection; "I was strangely oblivious--ay, ay--too true. But you remember your worthy father?" "How should you doubt it, Mr. Sampson? it is not so many weeks since--" "True, true--ay, too true," replied the Dominie, his Houyhnhnm laugh sinking into a hysterical giggle,--"I will be facetious no more under these remembrances--but look at that young man!" Bertram at this instant entered the room. "Yes, look at him well--he is your father's living image; and as God has deprived you of your dear parents--O my children, love one another!" "It is indeed my father's face and form," said Lucy, turning very pale; Bertram ran to support her--the Dominie to fetch water to throw upon her face (which in his haste he took from the boiling tea-urn)--when fortunately her colour returning rapidly, saved her from the application of this ill-judged remedy. "I conjure you yet to tell me, Mr. Sampson," she said, in an interrupted, solemn voice, is this my brother?" "It is--it is!--Miss Lucy, it is little Harry Bertram, as sure as God's sun is in that heaven!" "And this is my sister?" said Bertram, giving way to all that family affection, which had so long slumbered in his bosom for want of an object to expand itself upon. "lt is!--it is Miss Lucy Bertram," ejaculated Sampson, "whom by my poor aid you will find perfect in the tongues of France, and Italy, and even of Spain--in reading and writing her vernacular tongue, and in arithmetic and bookkeeping by double and single entry--I say nothing of her talents of shaping, and hemming, and governing a household, which, to give every one their due, she acquired not from me, but from the housekeeper--nor do I take merit for her performance upon stringed instruments, whereunto the instructions of an honourable young lady of virtue and modesty, and very facetious withal--Miss Julia Mannering--hath not meanly contributed--Suum cuique tribuilo." "You, then," said Bertram to his sister, "are all that remains to me!--Last night, but more fully this morning, Colonel Mannering gave me an account of our family misfortunes, though without saying I should find my sister here." "That," said Lucy, "he left to this gentleman to tell you, one of the kindest and most faithful of friends, who soothed my father's long sickness, witnessed his dying moments, and amid the heaviest clouds of fortune would not desert his orphan."