The boy, in return, hugged the dean round the neck, kissed him, and exclaimed, "Oh! you _are_ my father--you have just such eyes, and such a forehead--indeed you would be almost the same as he, if it were not for that great white thing which grows upon your head!" Let the reader understand, that the dean, fondly attached to every ornament of his dignified function, was never seen (unless caught in bed) without an enormous wig. With this young Henry was enormously struck; having never seen so unbecoming a decoration, either in the savage island from whence he came, or on board the vessel in which he sailed. "Do you imagine," cried his uncle, laying his hand gently on the reverend habiliment, "that this grows?" "What is on _my_ head grows," said young Henry, "and so does that which is upon my father's." "But now you are come to Europe, Henry, you will see many persons with such things as these, which they put on and take off." "Why do you wear such things?" "As a distinction between us and inferior people: they are worn to give an importance to the wearer." "That's just as the savages do; they hang brass nails, wire, buttons, and entrails of beasts all over them, to give them importance." The dean now led his nephew to Lady Clementina, and told him, "She was his aunt, to whom he must behave with the utmost respect." "I will, I will," he replied, "for she, I see, is a person of importance too; she has, very nearly, such a white thing upon her head as you have!" His aunt had not yet fixed in what manner it would be advisable to behave; whether with intimidating grandeur, or with amiable tenderness. While she was hesitating between both, she felt a kind of jealous apprehension that her son was not so engaging either in his person or address as his cousin; and therefore she said, "I hope, Dean, the arrival of this child will give you a still higher sense of the happiness we enjoy in our own. What an instructive contrast between the manners of the one and of the other!" "It is not the child's fault," returned the dean, "that he is not so elegant in his manners as his cousin. Had William been bred in the same place, he would have been as unpolished as this boy." "I beg your pardon, sir," said young William with a formal bow and a sarcastic smile, "I assure you several of my tutors have told me, that I appear to know many things as it were by instinct." Young Henry fixed his eyes upon his cousin, while, with steady self-complacency, he delivered this speech, and no sooner was it concluded than Henry cried out in a kind of wonder, "A little man! as I am alive, a little man! I did not know there were such little men in this country! I never saw one in my life before!" "This is a boy," said the dean; "a boy not older than yourself." He put their hands together, and William gravely shook hands with his cousin. "It _is_ a man," continued young Henry; then stroked his cousin's chin. "No, no, I do not know whether it is or not."