Things certainly seemed at sixes and sevens, as Roy phrased it, the next morning. The severe emotions of the previous night had resulted in Olive's case in a miserable sick headache, which would not permit her to raise her head from the pillow. Mildred, who had rightly interpreted the meaning of the wistful glance that followed her to the door, had resolved to take the first opportunity of speaking to her nephews separately, and endeavouring to soften their aggrieved feelings towards their sister; by a species of good fortune she met Roy coming out of his father's room. Roy had slept off his mighty mood, and kicked away his sullenness, and an hour of Polly's sunshiny influence had restored him to good humour; and though his brow clouded a little at his aunt's first words, and he broke into a bar of careless whistling in a low and displeased key at the notion of her meditation, yet his better feelings were soon wrought upon by a hint of Olive's sufferings, and he consented, though a little condescendingly, to be the bearer of his own embassage of peace. Olive's heavy eyes filled up with tears when she saw him. 'Dear Rex, this is so kind.' 'I am sorry your head is so bad, Livy,' was the evasive answer, in a sort of good-natured growl. Roy thought it would not do to be too amiable at first. '"You do look precious bad to be sure," as the hangman said to the gentleman he afterwards throttled. Take my advice, Livy,' seating himself astride the rocking-chair, and speaking confidentially, 'medlars, spelt with either vowel, are very rotten things, and though I would not joke for worlds on such an occasion, it behoves us to stick to our national proverbs, and, as you know as well as I, a burnt child dreads the fire.' 'I will try to remember, Rex; I will, indeed; but please make Cardie think I meant it for the best.' 'It was the worst possible best,' replied Roy, gravely, 'and shows what weak understandings you women have--part of the present company excepted, Aunt Milly. "Age before honesty," and all that sort of thing, you know.' 'You incorrigible boy, how dare you be so rude?' 'Don't distress the patient, Aunt Milly. What a weak-eyed sufferer you look, Livy--regularly down in the doleful doldrums. You must have a strong dose of Polly to cheer you up--a grain of quicksilver for every scruple.' Olive smiled faintly. 'Oh, Rex, you dear old fellow, are you sure you forgive me?' 'Very much, thank you,' returned Roy, with a low bow from the rocking-chair. 'And shall be much obliged by your not mentioning it again.' 'Only one word, just----'