The look and tone of sore distress with which the gentle intercessor supplicated for mercy, shamed even the unloving husband into compliance. He released his victim, who turned aside with tearless eyes, but every vein of his noble brow swollen with suppressed anguish. But every thought of his own suffering or disgrace seemed soon to be forgotten in the pain and grief he saw upon his mother's countenance, as with trembling voice she made inquiry into the offence which had called down such unwonted severity upon the culprit. "He is a squandering spendthrift," was the father's reply; "and you, Madam, with your fine ideas and lessons, have helped to make him so; but I will teach him better. He was at the same trick once before, and I warned him of the consequences. A long time will it be before he gets another shilling from me, to waste upon a set of rascally vagabonds lurking about the premises, seeking what they may devour." "Mother!" said the boy firmly, "they were a party of poor mechanics, turned out of their homes and deprived of all means of getting their bread. One man carried his poor little girl, dying from starvation, in his arms; what better could I do?" Another sharp blow from the father cut short the explanation, and Eustace was ordered to leave the room, not to approach his mother, or touch a morsel of food, save bread and water, for the remainder of the day. The boy obeyed in silence, but with a bursting heart, and Mrs. Trevor remained to listen, in resigned sorrow, to the anathemas poured forth against her darling--of his evil and corrupt dispositions, and the fearful predictions, that she would live one day to see him turn out the disgrace and ruin of the family. "Only see, Madam, in this one instance the difference between these two boys. Eugene, bring your money-box." The boy, with complacent alacrity, produced a small casket, and opening it with a key attached to a ribbon round his neck, exhibited indeed a shining store of silver pieces, slightly interspersed with gold. "Eugene is indeed a rich boy," the mother observed very gravely. "Yes, and a good, and wise, and prudent boy, and he shall be richer still some of these days; I will see to that. Yes, _he_ can--he may afford to be generous; he knows how to bestow his gifts in the right direction. Eugene, show your mother what I have allowed you to buy out of your savings for your attached and valued friend." The boy, in the same manner as before, uncovered a parcel lying on the table, and thereby displayed a roll of rich and handsome silk. "Is it not beautiful, mamma?" he exclaimed innocently; "it is for Marryott; this is her birthday you know." Mrs. Trevor's lip quivered. She looked pale, and turned away her head. When were _her_ birthdays so remembered? "May I take it to her, papa?" "Yes, yes, take it away, boy!" said Mr. Trevor, rather impatiently; and Eugene, proudly shouldering his offering, marched off triumphantly with it to Marryott's apartments.