"You might have counted on my fortune should the chances of party fail you;--speak--and without shame if so; it would be natural in a young man, who comes from the elder branch of the house whose heiress was my wife." "You wound me, Mr. Egerton," said Randal, turning away. Mr. Egerton's cold glance followed Randal's movement; the face was hid from the glance--it rested on the figure, which is often as self-betraying as the countenance itself. Randal baffled Mr. Egerton's penetration--the young man's emotion might be honest pride, and pained and generous feeling; or it might be something else. Egerton continued slowly. "Once for all then, distinctly and emphatically, I say--never count upon that; count upon all else that I can do for you, and forgive me, when I advise harshly or censure coldly; ascribe this to my interest in your career. Moreover, before decision becomes irrevocable, I wish you to know practically all that is disagreeable or even humiliating in the first subordinate steps of him who, without wealth or station, would rise in public life. I will not consider your choice settled, till the end of a year at least--your name will be kept on the college books till then; if, on experience, you should prefer to return to Oxford, and pursue the slower but surer path to independence and distinction, you can. And now give me your hand, Mr. Leslie, in sign that you forgive my bluntness;--it is time to dress." Randal, with his face still averted, extended his hand. Mr. Egerton held it a moment, then dropping it left the room. Randal turned as the door closed. And there was in his dark face a power of sinister passion, that justified all Harley's warnings. His lips moved, but not audibly; then, as if struck by a sudden thought, he followed Egerton into the hall. "Sir," said he, "I forgot to say that on returning from Maida-Hill, I took shelter from the rain under a covered passage, and there I met unexpectedly with your nephew, Frank Hazeldean." "Ah!" said Egerton indifferently, "a fine young man; in the Guards. It is a pity that my brother has such antiquated political notions; he should put his son into parliament, and under my guidance; I could push him. Well, and what said Frank?" "He invited me to call on him. I remember that you once rather cautioned me against too intimate an acquaintance with those who have not got their fortune to make." "Because they are idle, and idleness is contagious. Right--better not be intimate with a young Guardsman." "Then you would not have me call on him, sir? We were rather friends at Eton; and if I wholly reject his overtures, might he not think that you--" "I!" interrupted Egerton. "Ah, true: my brother might think I bore him a grudge; absurd; call then, and ask the young man here. Yet still, I do not advise intimacy."